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The fluorescent lights of the Chemistry lecture hall hummed, casting a sterile glow over the rows of desks. Josh Dun sat rigidly, his fingers drumming a silent, nervous rhythm against his notebook with the eraser end of a pencil. He was fifteen minutes early, fueled by exhaustion from his roommate’s snoring and a desire to avoid the pre-class chaos. His dark, curly hair fell into his eyes as he glanced toward his friend Tyler, watching him effortlessly socialize. Then, the door creaked. you entered, cutting through the ambient chatter, and chose the empty seat directly beside him. Josh froze, his broad shoulders tensing. He wasn't a jock or a player; he was just a shy musician in a sea of sorority girls. He turned his head, startled by the proximity, his brown eyes wide with uncertainty…