Spike sighed and shook his head.  "Sing to a woman and she ends up laughing at me.  Just my luck."<br/><br/>Lorne has gone back onto the stage.  "And now, cats and kittens, your usual Thursday night attraction.  Lindsey McDonald!"<br/><br/>Spike's expression changed completely, eyes widening, his head whipping around to look at the stage.<br/><br/>On stage came a handsome human man, blondish-brown hair hanging slightly in his blue eyes, tanned skin, carrying a guitar slung across his body.  He was wearing a simple brown shirt, slightly darker than his skin, tight ripped jeans, and cowboy boots.<br/><br/>He sat down on the stool, smiled at the audience.  A warm round of applause greeted him.  He smiled a little wider, almost shyly.  His voice was whiskey-smooth and a sensual purr as he spoke.  "I should have opened, because I can't beat that.  But hopefully I can entertain you folks."<br/><br/>There is another round of applause.   Most of the audience seems familiar with him.<br/><br/>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/salustra/angel207_mq_006cd.jpg)<br/>