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50 | Soundrenaline 3
"THIS is the cool band I've been waiting for," said Kacey.
"Really?" I asked.
"Not the band actually, but one of them," Kacey corrected herself.
"Who?" I asked again.
Kacey then whispered into my ear.
"Secret."
"Oh," I responded curtly.
If a girl had been playing secrets like this, I should not fight her. Better just say yes, right?
Getting closer, the commotion caused by this black theme group invited another uproar. The guest stars who were in the tent came out to watch them. Some took out their cellphones to take photos or videos of the moment the group walked past them. There were also those who are hysterical. Hysterical celebrities met other celebrities?
Up close, it was as if a slow scene. Out of those dozens, four caught my eye. Among them, there was a chubby giant with long golden hair. He wore a black t-shirt, combined with knee-length cargo army pants. His arms were full of tribal motif tattoos.
A simil
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