The two started heading for the exit heir parking lot. But as they approached the fringes of the campgrounds, near an area crowded with trucks and buses, someone in a black "STAFF" T-shirt waved them aside. "We got a little problem with crowd gestion, you ' t get through that way," he said. "Go around back this way and you' ll get right t
The music started up again and Scott let the thought slide from his mind, throwing himself bato dang. A few songs later, 311 shouted their thank you' s ahe stage. The crowd thinned and Scott started to look for Tommy. He saw him running up, his brand-new 311 t-shirt and his shock of straight blonde hair soaked with sweat, and a big grin on his face. "Was that awesome or what?" the eager 15-year old asked. "Sure was," said Scott. "Let' s get going or we' ll be stu traffic for hours."
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