Personal Narrative-Julian Casablancas

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My legs are way too tired to keep me up, so I don’t mind that I’m probably sitting on a cigarette butt in my nice jeans. My stomach is doing leaps from excitement: I’m here after seeing a Julian + the Voidz show with one of my best friends, Shriya, waiting around and cracking jokes after midnight. While we know Julian Casablancas might come through the back stage door at any moment, we are sure the night won’t have been wasted if he doesn’t show. It’s all part of the fun: We commune with the other girls circled near the bolted door, cracking jokes about the band members and sharing bags of

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