Willow loved the Bronze. She loved the music, the atmosphere, and the freedom she found on the dance floor.

She loved to hear new bands with Oz and to feel in the know about more than just the latest demons in town.

Then Veruca took the stage. She was sexy, sultry, and cool without outside help; it was no surprise that Oz was entranced. Willow knew she couldn't compete.

Willow kept smiling, but her happiness faded. From now on the Bronze would be another reminder that, no matter how hard she tried, she was still just a geek playing dress-up.

~end~