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</>As I huddled toward the crowd,
In which looks like a school of fish, The voices of fear and entrapment,
Being repelled and replaced by the musical anomies. At the same moment I was being attracted by the sounds.
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</>As I huddled toward the crowd,
In which looks like a school of fish, The voices of fear and entrapment,
Being repelled and replaced by the musical anomies. At the same moment I was being attracted by the sounds.

The smell of that intoxicated man’s breath as he begins to start a convosation.
The stench of that exhale being replaced by the breeze of tobacco vapor and the wretched smell of gym. So strong you could almost taste it on your lips. At times you could feel the sweat dripping down.

The smoke filled the stage, without the aid of a machine. Then bearded man stroked his guitar, the bass man plucked his strings, and the drummer dropped his beat. And the school of fish became one, and became deathly silent. Who know this would only last for an hour or so but it would feel like a lifetime, and would be remembered for a lifetime.

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