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many memories

When I was 15 I heard MCR for the first time, and over a span of 10 years it turned into a tradition, almost a lifestyle, for me and my sister to take road trips to see them live. No other word describes my memories of these shows other than bliss. We sang our hearts out, danced our asses off, and if someone fell down during the show we gave them a hand and picked them back up. Their fans always looked out for each other and I always left their show with a few new friends.
I know that I had things going on in my life that were far from perfect, as life can get messy...but oddly enough, when I