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the music blasted from the hidden venue that we stood in front of.

the crowd coming in and out is unreal, i love it but at the same time i really want to go home.

my chest feels tighter and tighter as we walk in.

'maybe it's my binder' i thought to myself. 'you're okay, york..'

zac took my hand and pulled me into the crowd of people.

a band was playing on stage, they were really good, i wish the pounding in my head wasn't so loud so i could hear them playing.

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