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“Is it just me, or does Antisocial never sound like they get any better?” Natasha mused, boredly, as she reached up to withdraw the cigarette from her lips. In all honesty, she kind of quite liked their local band, but the fact that she was here to be able to listen to them and not back in London didn’t settle well with her. Flicking the ash off her cigarette, she looked over at her companion with a raised eyebrow, nodding towards the drink next to them.
A stunned Ivy stifled a chuckle, quickly scanning their surroundings for prying ears. “If any of those rabid fangirls ever hear you say that––– you’re one BRAVE soul, Natasha Reid,” she mused, Truthfully, Ivy hadn’t ever experienced ANTISOCIAL and their music until the festival, having only moved back to Aston just a few months ago. But she had heard of their rather enthusiastic young fans time and again. Ivy turned her attention toward the amphitheater where the distant sound of the band’s energetic music could be heard. “ It’s not exactly my taste but I don’t know.. they’ve got a little somethin’ somethin’... ”
