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2024-10-29 19:42:56Never had she imagined what it would be like to pull into a concert venue in a chartered bus. Bree and the rest of the band was sitting in luxury--well, as secondhand busses went, but it was still nice--their own team of roadies having loaded the equipment before they left the studio. They were on their way to play their first gig together, and even though it was just across town, it was still an awesome experience for her.
Trent was with her, which was great. She was glad she got to experience this with him. He looked more than a little uncomfortable as the rest of t
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