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So, the band bought us drinks. And sang to us. It was Miranda's 20th birthday and we went to stage nine, they didn't I.D. me. Miranda found out where the band's dressing room/lounge was, and about 12 of the king's girls hung out just talking and drinking what they bought us. Phoebe got to play tambourine for them, we got pizza and walked home when the bar closed, and got up this morning for the Machiavelli lecture.