When i was

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Me: WHEN I WAS
Dad: what
Me: A YOUNG BOY
Dad: you're not a boy
Me: MY FATHER
Dad: I didn't do anything
Me: TOOK ME INTO THE CITY
Dad: I never took you to the city
Me: TO SEE A MARCHING BAND
Dad: I didn't.
Dad: oh Not again.

WHEN I WAS *grabs mic stand* A YOUNG BOY *reaches out towards crowd* MY FATHER *rest of the band appear* TOOK ME INTO THE CITY *cymbals crash* TO SEE A MARCHING BAND *strobe lights* HE SAID SON WHEN YOU GROW UP *guitar riff* WOULD YOU BE *grabs mic roughly* THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN *looks intensely at the crowd* THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED *tear rolls down cheek, smearing eyeliner.*

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