Welcome To the Hellmouth Part Two
by Ben: The Vampire Hunter
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Oz and everybody but the Theater People belong to Joss Whedon (he
own's Theresa as well.)
"Well," Oz thought. "Here I am." He looked at the house
he and his parentes had just moved into. "Not a bad looking place
really."
He lugged the last box into the house and set it on the
floor. His parents were busy unpacking. He found the boxes of
his stuff and carried them up to his room. He was especially
carefull with his guitar.
He was unpacking when his mother came into his room.
"You seem to have staked this room as your own." she said dryly,
noting that his posters were already on the walls. "Most people
unpack completely before decorating."
"Inspiration hit me." he answered. "I didn't want to
lose it."
She smiled. "Your father and I are going to look around
the town, care to come along?"
"Na," he said. "I thought I'd take the van out later."
"The Zebra striped one?"
"Hey," Oz smiled. "First impressions are the most
important."
"Audition for Dingos Ate My Baby." Joe read. "We need
a lead guitarist, and a drummer." He turned from the flyer posted
on the phone pole. "Darn, they don't need a singer or
keyboardist."
"Don't even say it." Micky said, leaning against the wall.
"I'm not auditioning. Though it is a cool name for a band."
"Yeah." Thersa agreed. "Besides, you guys have your own
pseudo band to think about."
"Pseudo?" Joe recioled, in mock anguish. "You cut me
with your words!"
Theresa didn't respond, she was staring at something
behind him.
"What?" he asked, then saw. "Oh cool!"
"Nice paint job." Micky agreed. A zebra striped van was
stopped at the light.
"Must be new in town." Theresa reasoned. "I know I would
have remembered seeing a van like that before."
"Wonder if he'll be going to Sunnydale?" Micky wondered.
"If it is a he. I didn't see the driver. Did you?"
"No, and you broke the Summer Rule."
"Right, no mention of the S word. Sorry."
Oz checked the address against the one on the flyer. This
was the place all right. He walked up the drive, and music reached
his ears. It came from the garage. Yep. This was definately
the place.
He stopped at the door, and waited for the music to die
down. His practiced ear was able to pick out when they were
likely to hear his knock.
In answer, the door was raised swiftly, and a tall boy
with spikey hair stood before him. "You here for the audition?"
he asked. There was the smell of beer on his breath.
"Yeah." Oz answered. "My name's Oz?"
"Cool. I'm Devon."
His first day of school. He wasn't really nervouse per se.
Devon had told him that the crowd he was most likely to hang out
with, the Band, was pretty cool about new kids. Besides, after
meeting the principal, a cranky guy who's voice sounded a lot
like the Ferengi on Star Trek, he could face anything.
Oz entered the band room cautiously. Inside he saw three
people, a two guys and a girl. The girl was humming a tune, while
one guy was playing the tune on the piano, and the other was
accompanying on the guitar.
"Sing us a song, you're piano man," Oz sang. He did it rarely,
it wasn't really his thing. But he figured it was as good a way to
announce his presence as any.
The music stopped as the three turned to look at him.
"Hi." Oz said simply.
"Salutations to you as well." the boy at the piano greeted.
"You new?"
"Yup."
They all nodded to themselves. Finally the girl took it upon
herself to start introductions.
"Hi," she started. But before she could finish, the boy with
the guitar spoke up.
"We're the Warner Brothers!" he grinned. The boy at the piano
chimed in almost simultaneously.
"And the Warner Sister." the girl added dutifully. "But
seriously, I'm Theresa, and these are Joe," The piano boy. "And
Micky." The guitar boy.
"Hey." Oz acknowledged. "I'm Oz."
And that my friends is the story of how Oz came to Sunnydale. You know
the rest. Oh, by the way, The End.
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