I’ve always thought of myself as a big music fan. When I walk to the station, or when I’m waiting for a friend or a train, I listen to music on my phone. I go to festivals and shows every summer. But listening to music alone in my room, with all the time in the world . . . I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. An artist, someone I couldn’t see, singing, putting their heart and soul into it. Where should I look, what kind of face should I make? The more members in the band, the more awkward I felt. What did other people do—people who thought of themselves as music lovers? Did they just sit
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