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There they were. Or should I say,he. His bright red hair glowed under the spotlights of the center stage. He had sweat beads falling down his concentrated face. His fingers ran up and down the strings of his black guitar,creating mesmerizing melodies. He slowly stepped up to the mic and a voice that could only belong to an angel bursted out. Michael Clifford couldn't possibly be human. Enough about him. My name is Julia. I am currently 18 years old and I have sorta an obsession with bands. Especially a certain band called 5 Seconds of Summer. But I mostly have an obsession with the guitarist Michael Clifford but I mean...look at him. He's the description of perfect. This is my story on how I met and got kidnapped by Michael Clifford.

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