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Anyway, the concert was so hush-hush – no publicity, no mention in the paper, no nothin' – that only a handful of people even showed up. We'd heard about it from a friend who happened to see something on a Facebook post earlier in the week. It was such a great concert. So intimate. Just Joshua and his guitar on stage, in a tiny brick warehouse, under the Kellogg overpass. It was almost surreal, and we were lucky enough to witness it live. Afterwards, I even got my picture taken with him. I'm still blushing...
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