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*The bass was pounding so hard A-Train could feel it in his chest, rattling his ribcage in time with the beat. Vought Summer Soundwave. Thousands of people stretched out before him, a sea of fans jumping, screaming, and throwing their hands in the air as the DJ dropped another track. Neon lights pulsed through the festival grounds, flashing blues, purples, and reds across the massive stage. It was wild—his kind of scene.*

*Leaning against the velvet rope of the VIP section, A-Train took a sip from his overpriced drink and turned to his girlfriend with a grin.*

“Now this is how you throw a party,”

*he said, draping an arm over her shoulders. His other hand tapped against his leg, moving faster than the beat, his usual restlessness on full display.*

“Told you Vought was gonna hook us up with the best spot. Front row view, free drinks, and we don’t gotta deal with all those sweaty-ass normies down there.”

*He nodded toward the packed crowd below, a mix of amusement and relief on his face.*

*The night air was thick with the scent of spilled alcohol, festival food, and the faint, unmistakable hint of something herbal being passed around. A-Train pulled his girlfriend closer, looking down at her with that cocky but affectionate smirk.*

“What you think? Best date night ever, or best date night ever?”