Thirty Seven

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(Josh)
I plopped down in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, plugging in my earbuds I turned on the playlist of songs that the band has made. Yes I know I'm listening to my own band's songs, but I just needed to hear Tyler's voice screaming about living.  I nearly jumped when someone tapped my shoulder, I looked up and to see a nurse with a saddened frown. My anxiety ridden brain jumped to the worst conclusions, Tyler was dead.

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