Thank you curly-brown-haired girl next to me. With your jacket tied around your waist and your little hanger nobs molded into your T-shirt. At the Ben Lee concert tonight, you were my hero.
People don't dance in LA. People don't let loose at concerts. And every once in awhile, I turn into one of those people. Eeew.
Tonight, you danced to the same beat for every song...but it didn't matter. Because you LOVED Ben Lee. You loved every beat and every word. You loved it like you'd known it your whole life.
I'm so grateful for people like you.
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