Front Row

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A tiny piece of sky-blue confetti
was stuck from sweat upon my neck.
A sea of bobbing heads and jumping feet were behind me and
the melodies were pounding through the speakers to the chilly air,
filling our heads with our hearts'  favorite songs,
while our idols slammed and drummed and belted.

The crisp, starry night shone above us.
The gusts of joyful wind hit our bodies as we sang along-
and we dreaded the moment they played the last song.


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