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I don’t know. I’m not a big fan. Plus they look like they’re a wannabe rocker group from the 80s…
My frown seemed permanent as I slipped my phone back into my jean pocket, and I only briefly glanced at the stage. The band that played was good- not great- and their look reminded me of years I wanted to forget. Leaning on the bar, I crossed my ankles and palmed my beer as the indie-rock song blaring through the speakers began to fade.
Clapping sounded all around me, and I necked my dark green bottle of its contents to heave a sigh. Tonight had been a bust, and the urge to leave was creeping up on me. Glancing around, my gaze narrowed as it landed on an obviously tipsy, young woman strutting towards the stage stairs. A soft vibration tore my attention away, and I pulled ou
