~*~ CHAPTER 3 ~*~

Willow and Buffy sat at the tall table near the stage, watching Oz play the same songs that he and his old group, Dingoes Ate My Baby, used to play. He looked so comfortable and at east up there, playing. A huge smile was plastered on his face as he playing his guitar solo. Willow, too was happy. She knew that being a part of another band would be good for him. And it was. He seemed so happy. And Willow was just happy that she had played a part in making him that happy. With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair to enjoy the show.

~*~

Oz was in his element. It had to be the best day of his life. He as a part of a new, hot band, plus he had a new guitar case and a new amplifier. But, best of all, he had Willow. And she was something that he would make sure he never lost.

~*~

"Great set," Willow said, coming up to Oz back stage. Shutting his case, he turned to her.
"Thanks, babe. For everything. This night has really been great."
"Oh, it's not over yet, " she whispered slyly. Oz looked at her, surprised.
*What else could she have planned?*