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September 19, 2008
Inside the small room I sat watching these people banging their heads and screaming their lungs out. I watched as they moved with passion and energy showing their great love for music. I barely know them. They aren’t the kind of people I frequent with and I’m stepping down my pedestal to know these people more.

After they’ve practiced, we spent some minutes outside talking and smoking. I’m really not used to this and this kind of ‘friends’. It was late and at that hour I should be safe home beneath that ‘sheltered world’ I grew up with.