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Spencer
The Richmond Coliseum was old and about to be ripped down and replaced by a shiny new one. I remembered going to a concert here with Michael in our senior year. Back then it felt huge and modern, and I recalled feeling very grown up going to an actual concert filled with drugs, lights and screaming kids without my parents dragging along behind me. Now it was seedy looking, the concrete floors cracked and dirty. For this tennis thingy they’d cleared out the stage in the center and erected a tennis court. Michael was in his element, blithely ignoring the surrounding decay while his focus was entirely on the match.
“YES!”
Michael rose to his feet and roared as a tan lanky tennis player shot the ball into the net. I’d never seen this side of him before, and I hadn’t a clue what
