So he just lay there until two hours later when the pain had finally subsided to a dull throb in his head. He thought about calling Buffy or Xander for that matter but instead, decided to go play with his guitar. He slowly started to play the lyrics to Slide, by the goo goo dolls. Something about the solice of the guitar always got to him in that one song.

Could you whisper in my ear
the things you want to feel
I'll give you anything
to feel it coming.

~Flash Back~ "I want to be with you forever Oz...." Willow said. "Ditto...."

Did you wake up on your own
and wonder where you are
you live with all your faults

"Oz where were you today. I was looking all over for you."

"I was looking for a birthday preseant for you."

chorus: I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
so why don't you slide
Yeah we're going to let it slide

"It will never be over between us. Do you understand that. Never."

Don't you love the life you killed
the priest is on the phone
your father hit the wall
your mom disowned you
Don't suppose I'll ever know
what it means to be a man
something I can't change
I'll live around it
chorus: I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all so
why don't you just slide
And I'll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothing that fall
may put your arms around me
what you feel is what you are
and what you are is beautiful
May do you wanna get married or run away

"I'm going to marry you some day." Oz said

"The sooner the better." Willow said.

"I want to wait awhile before we do anything."

"I know. I just...want to be with you forever."

And I'll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothing that fall
may put your arms around me
what you feel is what you are and what you are is beautiful
May do you wanna get married or run away
chorus: I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
so why don't you slide.

As Oz finally finished singing the lyrics he heard clapping. He spun around startled, expecting to find some ugly looking demond in disguise, but instead found a tidy man in a clean suit.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" Oz asked enraged.

"Well I couldn't help but listen to you play on that guitar so I thought I might take a look."

"That still doesn't explain why you are in my house." Oz accused.

"OH I'm sorry...my apologys, my name is Jesse Delso."

"Wha.....Jesse Delso...as in coorperate manager of Jesse Delso records?" Oz asked.

"Yaah. Thats close enough. Lets have a talk. I think I could use you if your up to it."

"When and where?" Oz asked determined.

"Lets have lunch. Do you know where the Kingston bar is down town?"

"Yes sir.."

"Well, its 5 right now. Lets say we meet there in about 2 hours?"

"Yaah. That sounds good. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just the guitar."

"Ok. I'll be there."

"Oh and Oz?"

"Yaah."

"Don't worry about dressing fancy. Just come as you are dressed now. Got it?"

"Got it." Oz said smiling. His heart fluttering. *hoh shit....Jesse Delso!!!* At that moment he wanted to jump up and beat his chest like tarzan. That night he went to the club, he replayed a few songs that were already out and then sung out some of the songs he wrote for and about Willow. If there was anyway to express your emotions about some one, the guitar was a mans most valuable companion. The crowd liked his music so much, the ones on Willow in particular, that Jesse Delso agreed to sign Oz up into the buisness. Everything was perfect from that day on. Well almost....there was never Willow in his life. He continued to write more songs on the way he felt about her from day one that he actually met her. He was the song writer who was known to write a thousand songs on one moment of recollection. His most haunting piece within a 2 year period was the one about the last day he saw Willow that he called Misery. The night they had that fight and the week later when she mouthed those silent words of love to him. The crowd was mesmorized by his on and off temper. One minute his beat would be strong, fast, angry, and devious, and the next moment about 6 seconds later it would turn to a soft, slow, sad, sorrowful beat. Than 6 seconds later he would be back to strong, angry, fast and devious when he was describing his temper on the road and then it would gradually slow down as his temper had. All his songs would end in a somewhat soft note, yet totally distinct from the previous beat. It was like, a race on the track field and fans are roaring and then all the sudden, its like the only thing there is a little mouse squeak....everything is silent. Little did he realize that the next time he would ever see her would be 3 years later at Cordelia and Xanders wedding.

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