we stood there watching the stage. two pint glasses in and we were just inches from the red lights showering the gracchi. and they were dripping sweat, lunging at the microphones.it was loud and bratty. and we were standing right under the stage at the punk show in all its squinty-eyed existence.
the second to last song finished and the drummer started a soft fast rhythm. it was everybody's heartbeat and our eyes fixated on the guitarist laura, simon's coworker and friend. she was proposed to during their set. she said yes and they drowned out everyone's reaction with the last song. a blaring of guitars and voices.
sweet.
and appropriate.
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