Of all the people in the concert, I was the only one wearing an ankle length skirt. Everyone else wore jeans or some other form up hawt-punk-attire. Mine was a bright red scarf, long black skirt with white flowers, and a book. I can tell you, there is a sweet spot in that room, and it is not the front row. It is lost in my book with my back against
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