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The good news was, Paige had finally got an act in a better-known bar, and on a Friday night, at that. The bad news was she was just opening with a little three song set before the real talent came on. She gave it her all, opening up with Fade to Black, then Rainbow in the Dark, and finishing it off with Sweet Child o' Mine. A smile crossed her face as she packed up the black electric guitar Sam had given her awhile back. She felt like she was at the top of her game for the first time in a long time. Nothing could stop her. Even though she was still getting over some confidence problems, as far as music went...she was still on top of the world.

Or at least she thought so until the main event, some band of wannabes, each wearing a different band tee-shirt, took the stage. Well...Paige thought they were, until they started playing. It was then that she ordered a coke(being under age sucked), and sat at a table, staring at it and trying to shut out the world.

"Hey doll, you--"
"Not in the mood, I'm nineteen, I don't like guys," Paige interjected before the man who'd tried to hit her could even finish his sentence, much less sit down after setting down his beer bottle. Her green eyes met his; he had to be about thirty. Gross...

"They're all true, just take the one that'll make you go away faster," she growled. This guy was probably six-two, two-hundred fifty pounds. There was no way she could take him, but she really wasn't in a mood to be messed with. Then again...was she ever?

His hand reached out towards her, and in a flash Paige reacted. "I said No!" she shouted, her hand grabbing his bottle and smashing it against the guy's head. He went down to a knee in a shower of broken glass and cheep bear as three guys at the next table jumped up.

"Hey...that ***** just knocked out Kevin..." Paige gulped as they drew closer to her. "Ooohhh...****...." Oh yeah, picking a spot next to a wall was a great idea...

"You think about it and I swear to God I'll kill you," Paige hissed, which...wasn't that intimidating, coming from a spork. She let out a sigh, wondering what the heck she should do now. Calming down and turning human was of course first on the list. Until then...well...verbal abuse worked.

"You know what...screw you. You've helped enough," she grumbled.

Paige giggled a little as Seyta jumped. "That takes a bit of getting used to, apparently." The girl grew silent as Seyta spoke, listening intently. "I have no idea what you're getting at, but whatever it is...sounds intriguing," the girl replied, chewing on her lower lip. "But...what do you mean...conditions? What kind of conditions?"

She blinked at Seyta's offer, but walked over, opened her case, and pulled out the money she'd brought in, setting it on the table as she sat back on the couch. "Sure, but all I got is a five, a handful of ones, and a ton of change," she murmured, picking through the pile of quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies.

Paige let out another sigh, plopping on the ground and burying her face in her knees, hugging them close to her chest. "I don't know what I'm trying to do anymore..." she murmured. "I didn't mean to hit you, I just...did." She mentally had to admit it usually made her feel better, hitting something or especially somebody. But this time...it didn't do a thing but make her feel worse. Maybe she was insane. Maybe all of this was just too much for her.

"If it's not none thing it's another..."

"Yeah...all I can do is turn into random crap, and I can't even do that right the majority of the time...Though...I can't imagine my life without it. Even though it's not particularly intimidating...it's who I am, and there's a confidence that comes with it." She smiled lightly, nodding.

"Exactly. I think we're onto something here."

Paige nodded, or...would have, if sporks had joints. She silently acknowledged Seyta's statement, understanding. "Yeah...I know how that can be. As much as I hate the term 'helpless' being used to describe me..." She sighed, thinking. "You can just set me down somewhere, and I'll shift back soon, I think. I gotta say though...you play the hell out of that violin," she commented, swallowing her pride enough to not only admit her defeat, but acknowledge Seyta's skill.

Inside, she still felt defeated, worthless. Like she wasn't good enough. She had respect for Seyta's kindness after the battle, but she had to make sure this wouldn't happen again. Somehow.