Just Like Yesterday

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The best thing my mom has ever done is buy me tickets to a local band named Twenty One Pilots. She said she wanted me to "crawl out of my shell". 

I still remember that night, back in 2009, how there were only 10 people watching 3 guys perform in a living room. The way the singer screamed, the sound of the drums, the lyrics: they saved me. I remember waiting for everybody to leave to tell the singer that he saved me and I wished he could save many more. 

Now I'm waiting in line for Twenty One Pilots' RAB tour with over a 1,000 people beside me. I continued going to their concerts after that night, even when I moved to a different state for college. 

But lately everything's been going downhill. FIrst of all, I couldn't get enough sleep because of my studies and then my mom became really sick so I had to fly back home and get a gap year. I've also started to work in the local McDonald's. I tried to contact people I know but they're busy with their own dillemas. And that's when the demons started to crawl beneath my skin. I started wearing only long sleeved shirts and long pants to hide the wounds and scars I started to add each night. 

At least I've saved enough money for one more concert. And It's tonight. I'm nervous. Is Tyler going to recognize me? I mean, after their concert in 2009, I started working on my own short song that I showed him sometime later. He added the music and suggested the name: Goner. He asked me if I want him to perform it but I said no because it's not finished yet. Today is the night I tell him otherwise. 

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I'm still crying. They've added confetti to their last song, trees. They way the crowd was singing along makes me happy because it shows how far they've come. I'm about to meet Tyler and Josh.