We were the metal, Ericson stadium the magnet. With the burning heat reaching down to scold our pale defenceless faces we began walking impatiently at a pressing pace towards the stadium. The stadium projected a hum of activity and instrumental sound, which was deafening the ear, already! . We clutched our tickets tightly as though they contained the final ingredient to the cure of cancer. Rapidly consuming energy drinks which were to provide us with the …
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…card 'Fat Boy Slim' in the boiler room where we were sardines in a excessively full can, morphing through openings with cockroach capabilities. "Time to go" said the security guard, representing the day's termination. We reluctantly obeyed all the time uncontrollably looking back, looking back, looking back. Although disappointed we were liberated as life would go on and now at a greater level as we then knew what it was to really live. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**