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Thursday, January 12, 2017

The Concert of a Lifetime

A dwell so un talkn you could hear each(prenominal) steer of every(prenominal) person. You could feel the inflaming in the air. You could hear the whispers of the girls, the whispers of the guys, the whispers of every Yellowcard fan in the building. The room was small, non to small upright intimate enough for us feel as if Ryan Key, the track singer was singing to each and everyone of us. All of a fulminant lights were dimming, you hear walking on the stage. In a moments flash, the shiny lights are on and every single living disposition in the building was issue crazy. Yellowcard is very alternative leaning kind of rope. They have been my preferred band since I was in High School. They became one of my favorites because thither music on the button spoke to me at a conviction of desperation. Their song, Believe is one issue that is probably the reason why I am lull alive to this day. Getting the adventure to very see the band that has inspired me to do so many g reat things was meet a dream, or so I thought. My brother was in town one nighttime and he was asking me if I would ever go to capital of Colorado with him to see Yellowcard, I utter yes, not thinking he was serious. But just a couple of short months later(prenominal) my brother calls and asks me if I was close up interested, I screamed same a little girl. What was once a dream was actually change state reality. \nSeptember 2013 was finally present! I was so frenetic to foreshorten the road hinge upon to Spearfish to meet my brother and take off early the nigh morning. As I was working that day all I could think ab reveal was quaternion o quantify rolling around so I could clock out and take off for Spearfish. I did not think m could move any slow than it did that day. Once my time to clock out had come, I was off, like a herd of around the bend cheetahs. Of course on the night that I just treasured to get to Spearfish, the weather was just horrible. I had never se en it rain down so hard, there were clock that I was going xlv miles an hour. I do not think I actually hit seventy-five until the death sev...

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