“I very much liked the new song you played.” “You did?” He hadn’t exactly been the intended audience of my ragey girl anthem. I was fortunate to have a band who supported me singing about my personal truths, things that didn’t touch them directly. “I did.” I gestured from me to him, then sang a line. “It’s not even safe to walk down the street. They said you gotta have a man at your side to protect you from his brethren.” The bitter fucking irony of the situation floated between us like a specter. He hummed. “You write what you know.” “Have you listened to much of our music, Ronan?” “Some.”
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