Where were you in the morning?

Shawn crooned into the night. I’ll tell you where I was the next morning. On the train to work, bleary eyed and struggling, but revelling in the joy that was night before, and Mendes’ dulcet tones. After the concert in Brussels, I could not wait to see Shawn perform again.…

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Seeing Styles

I. Love. Concerts.   Do you?   I don’t know what it is, there’s probably a word for it, but after I see a concert or a show at the theatre I feel so alive. Like the world is nothing but magic and anything is possible. It’s the best feeling.…

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