So it's been over a year, that a priveliged, deserving few waited to see the boys of MCR over the course of 48 hours. At the HOB in Hollywood where they almost caused car crashes, sang happy birthday to Frankie with twizzlers held high and witnessed midnight renditions of the Rocky Horror Picture Show by bums. This is where many met, and
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This is where many met, and established iron clad friendships.
That warmed my heart a little, thinking about all the people I met that day and the two or three of them that are still so close to me.
God, that day was like the best day of my life. I'm actually getting teary-eyed just thinking about how great that was. It actually scares me to think about what life would be like now if I hadn't gone to that show because I would never have met my closest friend.
This is such a pointless and sappy comment, hahah. I'll shut up now.
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