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Zed had been thrilled to go to the movies with his friends, especially since it involved watching a horror movie! The youngsters had been in the front row of the Scream showing, and lord knows how they'd been let in.
For Zed's friends, the movie had been too much. Way too scary. They spent most of the time with their eyes closed, clutching onto one another. But for Zed, the movie was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in years. It had him at the edge of his seat, gasping and sighing in awe. It was so horrible, yet so... cool!
When the lights came on, he was bouncing around with excitement as his friends shivered and shook their heads. They supposed the 'R' rating was there for a reason. They barely noticed as Zed got up, transfixed by something he'd seen in the back row.
Or rather someone. The man had a vibrant orange mohawk, a tight leather jacket, and a Ghostface t-shirt, and he was undoubtedly the neatest guy Zed had ever seen. He'd flown off his seat and taken off down the hall, hoping to catch up to the mystery man.
He'd almost shouted 'Wait!' as the other had walked out of the theater and into a car parked directly outside. The boy watched in anguish as the man started his car, but was filled with a sudden ecstasy as the music blaring out of the vehicle's speakers reached his ears. It was chaotic, angry and loud; all Zed had ever wanted in music. Something inside him had clicked as he'd watched the man drive away, and his eyes had slowly wandered up to meet those of the ticket salesman standing beside him.
"What... was that?" He'd asked, nearly breathless. "That whole...Music..."
"Don'tcha know?" The man raised an eyebrow. "That was punk."