Chapter 2

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We got to the concert and waited to go in. It was cold here. I don't think we are at the right door, though. No one else is here.

I checked the tickets and saw a we were at the right door. Right time, too. So where is everyone?

"Hey, what are you and your friend doing here? The concert is tomorrow." a man said.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide.

"It's ok. Come this way. You must be cold." He said.

"Thank you. It is cold." I said. He smiled to me. I swear I have seen those eyes somewhere.

We followed the man to a trailer.

"Come in. It's warm in here. I don't let it ever be cold." He said. We stepped in behind him. There are guitars along one wall. I just looked at them.

"Can you play?" the man asked.

"Yeah. A little. Not much." I answered. I turned to look at Page. She was staring at the man. I looked at him myself for the first time. Now I know where I have seen those eyes. They belong to someone I love very much.

"Hello. My name is Adam. Adam Levine."

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