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She sat on the wooden chair and coughed in the mike, a stupid habit she admitted to her self but she was about to do a thing she has never done before, singing publicly.

She smiled as she realized that Nick was still gazing at her.

"Well Hi there folks, you know me Bianca, and I know you are all waiting for Alison to show up, a little accident happened back there and she well be out in five minutes, but we are here to entertain you, so this is going to be a song I haven't heard in a while, hope you won't kill me." She brought the guitar to her lap and started brushing the strings, for a moment everyone felt shocked for the song she has started playing was nothing but Hotel California, something about the way she played caught the guys' ears and eyes, she wasn't only a pretty face after all, she was a talented person.
The band on the back started finally helping her realizing the song she was about to sing.
Then she started singing , closing her eyes and looking at no one, thinking about nothing:

'On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she
got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty
boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit
here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place , Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers ,
They gathered for the feast , They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!

As she played the final notes she opened her eyes to look at the people, she wondered didn't they like her song? It was something strange to hear nothing from them, but as she did open her eyes, she released that even the band members weren't the same, Nick was somehow on the drums, AJ was holding the bas guitar, and Kevin was on the keyboards, she didn't expect this coming, she said her thank you, and rushed down the stage.

It was too much revealing for her, she shouldn't have played that song, but she did, she was little bet shaken when she saw her boss along with Kevin entering the backstage.

"Bianca! You never told me you are such a talented person!" said to her Ross the owner of the club.
Before she even manages to say a word, she heard Kevin asking Ross to leave, she looked at him.

As Ross left the room, Kevin looked at her firmly, she didn't expect him to look this way, it scared her.

"Who are you?" he asked her