Girl at the Rock Show - original version

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I walk into the crowd, trying to get close to the middle, maybe front. I don't know what band is playing, but they've got spunk. Maybe someday we'll tour around the states with them.

The crowd starts opening up directly where I'm standing, and I look around for an open spot to watch all the crazies go at it in the pit. All of the sudden, a hand grasps my arm and tugs me out of the way as two men come in and start swinging.

I turn to see a girl with brown eyes and black hair - probably dyed - and black skinny jeans. I choke on the 'Woah, you're hot.' that's stuck in the back of my throat. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

"Wanna dance?" she asks, and I nod, my heart fluttering.


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