Again, Jude saw Shane cringed at the bad vocal on stage and came up with an idea. I will make you a deal. If you can go onstage and get the crowd into it, I will put your name permanently at the door. You can get in here whenever you want for free. Of course you still will not be able to drink any alcohol out of this place.

Shane glanced at the stage and back at Jude. *****, you are ***** me right?

Jude raised her left eyebrow at Shane. What do you say?

***** me. You are not kidding. Then she said sarcastically, Is there a particular song you want to hear?

Up for you to decide.

Fucked. Shane looked around the place. She liked the atmosphere, and it would be cool to have a place to hang out. You got your self a deal.

Shane stepped down from the stool and pushed herself away from the bar. She strutted her way toward the stage. Her leather pants fitted perfectly, accentuating all of her assets. The crowd parted, letting her through, watching her intently. Even at such a young age, her presence was felt.

Shanes heart was pounding a mile a minute. She did not notice anyone around her. *****, I cant believe Im doing this. Especially sober.

Shane stepped on the stage and whispered to the tech for a second. She winked at him and sauntered her way over to the mic.

Shane looked out into the crowd of women under half-hooded eyes and let out five raspy words I cant get no satisfaction.

All eyes were now focused toward the stage as the crowd whooped and bellowed to urge Shanes on. The rush of being on stage hit Shane. She was going to enjoy this.

I cant get nosatisfaction. Shane jutted her chin at the crowd and on cue the music blared out of the speakers.

‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can’t get no, I can’t get no.

All the while, Shane grooved along to the music. Working the mic and the stage effortlessly.

When I’m drivin’ in my car
and that man comes on the radio
and he’s tellin’ me more and more
about some useless information
supposed to fire my imagination.
I can’t get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say.

Shane clapped her hand and the fan started to do the same, singing alongside her. They were loving it, Shane with her messy hair, crisp white shirt with the sleeves torn off, and leather pants. She looked the part of what she was singing.

I can’t get no satisfaction,
I can’t get no satisfaction.
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can’t get no, I can’t get no.

When I’m watchin’ my TV
and that man comes on to tell me
how white my shirts can be.
Well he can’t be a man ’cause he doesn’t smoke
the same cigarettes as me.
I can’t get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say.

I can’t get no satisfaction,
I can’t get no girl with action.
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can’t get no, I can’t get no.

When I’m ridin’ round the world
and I’m doin’ this and I’m signing that
and I’m tryin’ to make some girl
who tells me baby better come back later next week
’cause you see I’m on losing streak.
I can’t get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say.

I can’t get no, I can’t get no,
I can’t get no satisfaction,
no satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction.

Shane gave her ***** a final shake and a final energetic hop as the final beat drifted away. The crowd went wild. Lots of shoulder thumping, congrats, and butt slapping as Shane made her way back to the bar.

Satisfied? Shane gave Jude a cheeky grin.

She couldnt help but laughed in turn. Yeah for now. Jude handed over a bottle of coke. You earned it.

Shane shook her head but took a swig anyway.

That was quite a performance.

Shane was glad she had already swallowed or she would have spewed it out, and that would be very unShane-like. Of all people, why her.