You guys are at the frot row. Cobain is rocking some punk root from Nirvana's first album on his blue jaguar guitar. The crowd is crazy, and you and your friends are banging your heads, Ryan, too, finds a way to stand next to you, banging his head slightly, sneaking amused glances at you every now then. at the after party, he approches you with a drink, as you're slow-dancing in the corner Enjoyin yourself i see says with a very faint amused smile. his left arm resting on the wall
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