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You can feel the pulse of the drum beat resonating in your chest as the music flows on, and you find yourself almost short of breath as you listen. There's something about it that energizes you, that makes you want to move and run and explore with it still playing in your ears. You can't help your hands from tapping along with the beat on the table, and soon your whole body is moving in time, utterly wrapped up in the sound and wishing you could burst out singing.

Then, after an hour is up, the band thanks the audience and steps off stage to take a break. As soon as the lights come up again, the sound of voices grows and grows around you, and Marlowe quickly picks up their phone to make some frantic notes.

"Wow. That was amazing," they say, a slightly dazed smile on their face. "I feel like I've been underwater—but in a good way. Like I was diving to the bottom of the ocean."

They laugh and stretches their arms over their head. You've been sitting still for a while, after all.

"I'm not sure how I'm going to get all of this into 500 words, but I think I've definitely got enough to write about now. From now on, I won't be distracted; I just want to have a good time."

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