His girlfriend was all over his first crush. How the fuck was he supposed to sing during that? Spike hadn't choked on stage since the first time they played where he had not only choked but vomited afterwards and almost quit. But seeing them, being that close to it, he fumbled one of the lines, just about recovering it as he shot Nicolas a frustrated look, turning away and focusing on the song.

It wasn't much of a shock that the next song was a considerably more angry and loud song. Spike knew he was being petty but the two people he loved the most, the only two people he really ever liked, were in each others arms romantically playing the violin. Something he'd never have.

Not that he wanted it, mind. He wasn't a bloody ponce or anything.