Apparently I'm going to a concert. Apparently it's not Bob Dylan or Judas Priest.Apparently they are a 3-hot-teen-guys-pop-rock-band. Apparently I'm going with Lauren. Apparently she is a fanatic of the band. Apparently I agreed to go for the Sex Pistols Never mind The Bollocks album. Apparently the next 9 and a half hours until the concert are going to be Hell for me. Apparently the band is called The Headache Club. And that's how it all started...
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