The bronze was jumping, the show tonight was going to be the shit. The band before kind of sucked, they only played slow stuff that nobody really likes to dance to. I'd heard some crap about a girl kicking some football players ass, good. Football players sucked. Me and Oz are checking out the sound system, and a thought comes to my mind. "Man, we need a roadie." My voice drops off all dreamy, "Other bands have roadies."

"Well, other bands know more than three chords. Your professional bands can play up to six, sometimes seven *completely* different chords." I wanted to punch him, bringing down my thought. Damnit.

"That's just, like, fruity jazz bands." I look at Oz for confirmation. He's just looking at me all amused, I hate when he does that. Acting all mocking and crap, just because he's finishing high school. . .

Then that guy that hangs around Oz sometimes comes in next to him. "Oz."

Why do they all do that stoic thing! It pisses me off that I'm the only one who talks. "Hey, man. You looking for Buffy?" Oz says and I tune out their conversation, boring chick shit. I don't understand why Oz lets himself be tied down to Willow, she's not even *that* hot.

Suddenly some big guy busts into the Bronze and throws some people around, ugly guys are coming in. We're talking *ugly* Oz is tells Angel we might have a problem. Yeah, they might interrupt our fucking set. I hate guys always looking for a fight.
Then someone else enters and I step closer to Oz.

"Look. Everyone's all afraid." She sighed, I took in a deep breathe at what I was seeing. "It's just like old times." Oz says something to the buff dark guy.

"Get Buffy. Do it now." The guy leaves, climbing up a rope and out the skylight. He reminds me of a monkey or some shit climbing out. I could do that, I think to myself.

I smile and bob my head and whisper, "dude, check out your girlfriend." in Oz's ear. She looks fucking hot, leather all over her. She doesn't have much for the chest area but the outfit makes it look like she does, she's wearing boots and all and its all I can do to keep from letting my mouth fall open in shock. This isn't the chick with the fuzzy sweaters I see hanging offa Oz all the time.

He doesn't respond. Willow moves next to this girl sitting at a table, I watch her carefully as she asks the girls name and then takes her by the hand. Leading her to the center of the room, its some freaky shit. Then she *licks* the girl, we're talking full out licks her neck. I'm starting to wonder what kind of chick Willow really is and then her face changes, right in front of me! It was like some weird morph or something like that and she *bites* the girl. Its the most disgusting/erotic thing I've ever seen in my entire life. Then before I know it Oz is running down the steps. "Oz! No man!" I almost start to follow him but one of the ugly
guys stops him.

"Willow. You don't wanna do this." Oz looks freaked, I know then thats its time to piss myself. Oz never looks freaked. WIllow tilts her head at him.

"I don't?" She smiles, looking at him. I see something. . . pride? "But I'm so good at it."

The ugly guy holding Oz lets go of him and he moves closer to Willow. "Who *did* this to you?" Poor Oz.

The girl looks at him a little closer, "I know you." Yeah I guess she should, he's like banging her. "You're a White Hat." She narrows her eyes at her and reminds me of a cat. "How come you're talking to me like we're friends?"

Some pretty hot chick gets up from the bar and moves forward. "'Cause he thinks you're someone else. He thinks you're the Willow that belongs in *this* reality." Now I'm getting pretty damned confused,different realities? Yeah right.

"Another me?" Willow asks, puzzled. I want to go fucking slap some sense into the bitch. Oz looks completely baffled and hurt at the same time, which is odd seeing on Oz's face.

The two chicks talk for a coupla minutes, I move backwards a little bit looking for some cover incase this all blows up. Oz backs up and leans against the stage as the Willow in leather leaves. Oz glances back at me and I shrug. This was some weird
shit, I'm pretty sure the girl that Willow bit is dead and the other ugly guys are looking at us like we're steak and eggs or something. We stay like that, in a kind of holding pattern for a while. Nobody moves. I think most of the chicks are too afraid and most of the guys, Oz just sits there. Probably in shock that his girlfriend is into like. . . some weird cult or something like that. Maybe it was drugs that made her face do that weird fucking thing.

We're there for about an hour before Willow returns in all of her leather, something's different about her though. She's not wearing any make-up like she was before and she doesn't look as. . . sure of herself. Then I know something's up, she waves at Oz and smiles. I see him stiffen but he doesn't react past that, I'm completely lost on what the hell is going on.

Willow's talking about how she killed. . . her. I didn't catch the conversation before so I don't really get what they're saying, probably saving myself a headache anyway. She sends a ugly guy out of the bronze and turns back to the kinda-hot chick from before. They're talking about killing us again, shit this can't be good.

"This girl has a history of mental problems dating back to early childhood. I'm a blood-sucking fiend!" Its one of those vampire cults, I guess. "Look at my outfit!"

"A human. I should have smelled it right away." Yeah. . . what else would she be then human, I think to myself.

"A human? Oh, yeah? Could a human do this?" She screams so loud I flinch, that girl has got a pair of lungs.

"Sure. Yeah. Humans do that. Yeah." Then the Bronze explodes from the door, the blonde chick busts in and starts kicking peoples asses with a few other guys. I dive behind the drum set, not wanting any part of this fight. Willow decks the pretty hot chick and Oz grabs her hand, dragging her onto the stage.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Happy, but ow!" I see some guy poof into dust and I'm outta there. I run to the rope that the brunette guy climbed up earlier and start climbing, unfortuntely my arms arint very buff. Chicks don't dig guys who are too buff, and I end up tangled in the fucking rope with my feet all tangled up. I hear Oz yell at me to come on and I want to yell back "fuck you" since I'm so obviously trapped. Oz is pulling Willow back stage by me and as I get myself detangled and my feet back on the ground the other-Willow grabs Oz by the shirts and hurls him at me. We're talking picks him up off the freaking ground and *throwing* him like a sack of potatoes.

Of course, he slams into me and we go crashing to the floor. Oz lands next to me and I almost black out as my head smashes into the ground, I feel myself get a little scrambled and swear to god if I forgot how to sing I'll kill the bitch myself. Oz and I finally get to our feet, we're both kind of stunned and then we realizes that the bitch has the. . . Willow wearing leather on the ground. Choking her, I see Oz tense to jump at them and then the blonde chick who busted in earlier is there, she's about to impale the Willow in the pink fuzzy sweater on a pool cue when leather-Willow screams out, "Buffy! No!"

The girls exchange some kind talking as Buffy, I guess thats her name, yanks fuzzy-sweater Willow offa the other one. Oz is up and next to her in a second, I hate this town. I'm so pushing that we go on tour soon, because I can't take this shit anymore.
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