You may laugh, but this has sort of almost kinda happened to me. I mean, where I've been waiting years to see a band that I really love play, and I finally get to see them, and within the first few notes I know that this show is going to be everything I hoped it would be. I didn't sit down in a chair and bury my head in my hands or anything, but I admit I teared up a little. Is that really so contemptible, that my appreciation for my favorite bands is genuine?
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(Private message to girls only: Is this working?)