Chapter 2

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Yeah, country music. A good place to start. That was until I met some amazing people. I was working my regular shift at guitar center, when I heard screaming from outside. So I walked to the door and opened it (duh) and in walked 4 people with their hoods up so I could not see their faces. One of them, with an Irish accent, asked me to hurry and close the door. I closed the door (of course) but I knew that voice from somewhere. I turned around and the 4 people removed their hoods. I froze with shock. I was looking at none other than One freaking Direction. Then the room got dark.

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