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Nothing Else Matters
They had finished their second song. The crowd was in full chaos. I stood surrounded by thousands of noisy, young adults and teenagers. The arena was dark except for a sprinkle of cell phone lights, glowy bracelets, and the occasional flicker of stage lighting. It was getting warm and the beers I had earlier only made me that much hotter. The bass player started with a heavy riff and various people began to jump and raise their arms. More lights came on and they strobed colorful flashes across...
Exhibitionism