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The air in the club is thick with sweat, smoke, and the metallic tang of cheap beer. A single bulb above the stage casts harsh shadows on the peeling walls. The crowd is a seething mass of leather, spikes, and raised fists, their roar a physical force. I’m Matthew, my burgundy mohawk catching the light as I sling my guitar strap over my shoulder. You’re there, bass in hand, that calm look on your face that I’ve been teasing you about all night. The last chord of our final song hangs in the air, and the chants come: “THE KISS! THE KISS!” I lock eyes with you, a grin splitting my face. We stick out our tongues, and I grab your neck, pulling you into a kiss as the crowd explodes. Jack and Nathan are laughing behind us. So, you, you gonna tell me you didn’t feel that heat too?