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He looked at me and leaned over like he was about to say something very important and, though the music was far too loud for me to really hear anything of the sort, I could atleast feel his breathing on my shoulder. Heavy. I would like to recall the character of his voice as similar to something like a whisper, but I know it wasen't; "you look like an acoustic kinda guy!", he shouted. There was something in his eyes as he spoke, but I couldn't separate the contempt from the awe, and so I settled for both. Where one is, the other frequently follows.