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At the Bronze

Jan 20, 2005 18:31

Backstage at the Bronze was nice and familiar, hasn't changed much in those past years. Still small, cramped, too hot, loud, chaotic - and fucking wonderful. I looked at Oz as he was tuning his guitar and smiled. I didn't need to say anything. We both understood this feeling ( Read more... )

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oz_wolfy January 20 2005, 22:44:58 UTC

Like riding the proverbial bicycle.

I was sat on one of those almost barstools, just out of the spotlight. The lights were simple, white on her, whatever colour filter playing across me as I plucked at the strings. I wondered whether anyone could see me, and whether anyone I knew was out there.

We shared a smile - of nothing more than pleasure at doing something we loved. Together was a bonus. As I heard my playing come back at me through the foldback I felt warm. This was, against all my better judgement, home.

taramber January 21 2005, 02:29:17 UTC

I hadn't really wanted to come to the Bronze, but Willow thought it would be fun, and I didn't have the heart to say no to her. She was so desperate to be happy again. My poor baby. My heart hurt to think about her.

We came in to recorded music, which meant whoever was playing tonight wasn't ready yet. Willow went off to the bar to get some drinks, and I found a sofa. It was sort of comforting and familiar to be here again. The Bronze was always here, no matter what happened.

The band started up. There was a girl singing. She was sort of sexy in an obvious way. I didn't get a good vibe from her. Her aura was cloudy, and she seemed... Well, there was something about her that made me feel like a mouse faced with a big, big cat.

Then I glanced over at the guitarist and felt myself freeze. I knew him.

It was Oz.

red_rosenberg January 26 2005, 02:08:41 UTC

Grr.

Why was I here? I'll tell you why I was here. Because I didn't give a rat's anymore. I wanted to find Dawnie, I did, but how could I find a girl that wanted to run the hell away all the time? Yeah, I wa spissed, angry at Giles, at Dawn, at Buffy which was silly because it's not her fault the spell got screwed. My fault, all mine. Again. Again and again and again. So I was going to use my legal age and drink alcohol and party with my girl for a while and forget everything.

Grr. Especially Giles. Grr. He made my day so much sweeter? That great big English... grrr! I'll show you arrogant. Pompous ass. Huh ( ... )

taramber January 26 2005, 05:35:31 UTC

I glance over at Willow, who is staring at the stage in shock. I notice her eyes moving to the girl, who's still singing. Willow looks furious to see her.
"Th-that's Oz up there," I said, stating the obvious. "Who, um, who's the girl?" I ask, putting my hand against her arm lightly to let her know if she needs support, I'm here.