“A friend bought a pair of jeans and was saying that they were like a 4-star hotel --- There wasn’t any ball room.”
This joke from school didn’t exactly cheer me up for the entire day. Great--- we had to do our modules today. No portfolio to mug over, but the teacher spoke as though he should have joined Broadway. His jokes weren’t exactly entertaining, but I just laughed conformingly.
It’s been more than a week since the concert, but I’m still suffering from its after-effects. The songs are still swimming in my head, the images flashed back every now and then, their voices still bombarding my senses. They had the power to set such a simple concert into my head without gimmicks, and this is their power. I miss them. I miss the Boys.
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