At the Show                                        Score: 0     Moves: 1      
                                                                               
At the Show                                                                    
You're in a dark, poorly lit and packed club. Everyone's staring at the band as
they go about tuning and shifting their instruments. The guy next to you has a 
mohawk that flops over to the side, as if the heat had wilted it. In contrast, 
the skinhead in front of you is reacting to the heat like a Mexican jumping    
bean, the muscles of his back tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing.    
                                                                               
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