Oz was at a stoplight when he saw the poster on the door of the bar; he hadn't heard of his friend Devon in quite a long time, but it looked like Dingoes Ate My Baby was on their way to a comeback within the City. The blue van pulled into the lot behind the bar and Oz stepped into the dim closeness of the venue.
As the door swung shut behind him, Oz recognized Devon, who was in a zone and not paying attention to the crowd. The band wasn't playing anything Oz knew, and he didn't recognize the other members. The sight of the stage and the lighting combined with the quick throb of the bass made Oz's chest tighten with regret.
He sat down on a couch in the back to listen, and it took a double-take before he realized that the girl next to him was George. "Hey." He greeted her with a small smile, then looked back to the stage.