"It's OK. I'm with the band."

14 years young. A bottle of pre-mixed raspberry vodka. The lessons of the spirits quickly learnt, but not dutifully remembered. And not youth recommended. Fun that screamed to be proven. Battle of the bands. Sweaty awkward of adolescence. A new found [fed] courage. Planning. It was your time. Our time. A new tight black diamante tank top “It’s OK. I’m with the band.” And so it begun…your acrid obsessive taste for this live music caper flavour.

So while it may stir with a different beat. A harder melody. A set of lyrics written 'just for you'. It is always in season. Starts everywhere in its fevered rising; a little pent-up something similiar to this:

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