Band Geeks

A thin, brown-haired girl sat in her chair, breathing heavily. She looked over at the man across the room and smiled wearily. He smirked back and looked into her large, hazel eyes. Her face was dripping with what dreams are made of- sweat, passion, and of course, green face paint.

They had shared a memory that words could not explain fully- but we can try.

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