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The glow of the old school CRT monitor cast an almost sacred light on our faces, and later the Philips TV, the screen for a digital aurora in the box-room. I remember the specific thrum of the PlayStation, the click of its disc drive, and the rhythmic, almost hypnotic sequence of button presses as I meticulously layered beats and melodies. This was for his GCSE music project, a task he’d presented with a shrug and an almost imperceptible plea for help. He didn't do or say much; he rarely did. He just sat there, knees pulled up to his chest on the floor, watching me, a silent, still observer as I sculpted a rudimentary track from the limited palette of an early 2000s music creation game. His presence was like a barely perceptible hum in the room, a quiet witness to the genesis of something out of nothing. I remember thinking, in that precise moment, that he was involved. Not creatively, not actively, but his quiet watchfulness, his unblinking gaze, felt like a silent endorsement, ...
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Celebrate Good Times, Come On!

The sun was setting over the sprawling metropolis, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling streets. People were spilling out of their homes and onto the streets, ready to celebrate the end of another day. Music was blaring from every corner, filling the air with its infectious rhythm.

In the midst of all this revelry, a group of friends were gathered on a rooftop terrace, drinks in hand and laughter on their lips. They had all known each other since childhood, and despite the years, their bond had only grown stronger.

"Come on, let's do a shot!" exclaimed Jimmy, the life of the party. His wild blonde hair was slightly disheveled, but it only added to his carefree charm.



His friends cheered and raised their glasses, the clinking of their glasses blending in with the sounds of the city below. Together, they downed their drinks in one swift motion, the liquor burning a trail down their throats.

As the night went on, the group danced and sang along to the music, their worries temporarily forgotten. They were caught up in the moment, living life to the fullest and celebrating their friendship.



And as the stars emerged in the darkening sky and the city lights twinkled below, the friends knew that these were the moments that truly mattered. For in this chaos, they had found a sense of peace and joy that they couldn't find anywhere else.


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