Once, I was young and in a band: Three boys and two girls – one boy was the drummer so he doesn’t count. (He had a girlfriend.) One girl was going between the other of us two boys (and I was falling in love with her – a bad, bad idea). Both of us also had a tension with the blond singer. We boys were also the band’s songwriters so it was competition on stilts.
And 25 years later the drummer died.
Our stories are the almost exactly the same.
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