Oz tapped his foot to the sound the crowed where making, his hands gripping his guitar tightly. He'd picked it up in an old music shop back in Sunnydale before he'd hit the road.
The strange thing was, he knew the shop had been there for years, but he couldn't remember ever going there. When he went back, it was gone.
Whatever the story, the band had hit the big time: they were now one of the biggest acts around. He looked at the fans and started to sing.
"This is the last goodbye, you're the hero now: It's time for you to fly!"