“Alright folks we’ll be getting this shit started soon. So make sure you grab a drink and make to the floor.”, a man with dreads and heavily tattooed arms said stepping up to the microphone stand. I got up, Ashley took my hand and lead me to the floor, I picked up Kyla‘s drink bringing it with us, ours we‘re long gone. We we’re like the second or third row toward the stage, not too close but good enough to be able to see. I felt a tap on my shoulder, making both me and Ashley turn around, “What’d I miss?” “Not a thing, you have excellent timing. Oh..here’s your drink.”, I said handing it over. Kyla took her place beside me, at my left. Ashley was right by my side, a protective arm around my waist. I didn’t mind her doing that, hell it brought back a sweet sense of déjà vu , like the first time I came to Grey’s and she protected me. I hated to admit I would’ve been disappointed if she moved it. I felt more relaxed with her hand there, safer. It was not that I was scared, I wasn’t at all..it was just nice. Though it didn’t really surprise me, Ashley always found some way to touch me, it seemed like she couldn’t be around me and not touch me. I have to admit I do the same thing.

She looked over at me and smiled, one of those nose-crinkling ones that tugged at my heart. So..cute!! I reached down giving her hand on my waist a squeeze, smiling at her brightly. The band took the stage. The looked pretty laid-back, no real gimmick to speak of. Ashley leaned over and whispered that she had played with this band before she formed the band she was in now. They were pretty good she said, though the front man thought he was the shit and a total chauvinist. But, she said she was good friends with the drummer, he graduated with their cousin Mike (the bouncer). I nodded, it seemed like she knew everyone, my popular girl…wait no not my girl! Ahh, I’ve got to stop doing that! “How you doin’ tonight Grey’s…”, the man called. The crowd whooped a bit, though not very enthusiastic if you ask me. Ashley must have noticed too because I heard her chuckle a bit as the man’s expression hardened slightly. “Welcome to 90’s Nite, we are Missing Pieces..”, he added. Then the band began to play a familiar tune…

Sha lala la la la
Ummm Ahh Huh ( Ahhh..I love this song. I began to sway my hips a bit. Ashley looked over me and smiled beginning to sway in time with me.)

I was down at the new Asterdam
Staring at this yellow haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversion
With a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know she dances while his father plays
So she’s suddenly beautiful
Well we all want something beautiful
Man I wish I was beautiful

So come dance the silence down through the morning
Sha lala la la la yeah
Uhh Huhh Yeah

Cut up Maria
Show me some of that Spanish dancing
And pass me a bottle Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
Cause I wanna be someone who believes

Yeahhh…

Mr. Jones and me (The crowd by this time they were all moving in some way or nothing.)
Tell each other fairytales
And we stare at the beautiful women
She’s lookin at you
Ohh no no she’s lookin at me
Smilin in the bright lights
Comin through his stereo
When everybody loves you
You can never be lonely
Well I’m goin paint my picture
Paint myself blue, red, black and grey
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Yeah well you know grey is my favorite color
I…felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a grey guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
She’s lookin at you
I don’t think so she’s lookin at me
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a grey guitar
Well everybody loves me
I will never be lonely…
I will never be lonely
I said I’m never goin be…lonely…