"You're a lead guitarist man, you could have any girl you want" Devon's words echoed through his head as he watched the girl in the Eskimo costume. Maybe he could have any girl he wanted, but he didn't want any girl. He wanted that girl. The girl sitting alone listening the their music in a big snug looking winter coat, dark red hair showing through the furry hood. He wasn't like his friend. Most (or all) of the time, Devon went after the girls with only looks to offer, they could be as boring as watching paint dry but if they looked the part of 'lead singer in a bands girlfriend' then he'd gladly have them on his arm. He may be a guitarist but for Oz being in a band was all about making the music. Sure fame and fortune would be nice, but it wasn't what he was about. And neither were pretty faces. The girl could've been dumb, boring and the complete opposite of his 'type', whatever that was, but unlike most girls at the dance that night she hadn't come with the soul intention of looking good for the boys, she had obviously put a lot of work into an authentic costume and that, that was at least worth looking into. He was going to find out who she was.
The Dingo's set finished and Daniel Osborne made his way through the crowd of people gathered on the dance floor. He couldn't get the image of Eskimo girl out of his mind, so now he was determined to find her. Finally he neared the place where he had seen her from the stage and as he did, he got to glimpse the beautiful face hidden beneath her thick hood. He was near enough for his heart to start beating at the thought of finding out who she was when the girl moved away with her friend into the crowd. He stood there for a moment.
"Who is that girl?" he wandered out loud. Maybe not then but Oz was determined to talk to that mystery girl.