2nd Blog Post: Nothing Makes Sense
On a Sunday night, I walked around my lonely apartment and went to my door and picked up the daily newspaper. I saw an ad in the newspaper depicting a concert happening downtown hosted by Conrad and Mr. Maitland himself. I debated if I should turn in for a good night sleep or if I should get out of my comfort zone. I decided to go downtown and to see the concert, I hoped it would help me forget about Mr. Evans murder.
The taxi man was quite chatty and wouldn’t stop talking about what happened. I tried to ignore him but his loud voice made it hard. He said something about how it was planned and how he was going to solve it all. I told him, “don’t stop disrespecting the dead.” To escape his monotone voice, I asked him to drop me one block away from the arena. As I walked to the concert, I could hear the music and I felt the beat rush through my veins.
Once I got close enough to the venue, I saw the name “Conrad.” and for some reason, I forgot about worries. I went up to the booth and ask for a ticket from the women. As I walked into the venue, it seemed the people simple wondered inside not knowing any of the songs. People still out of place. I zipped up my jacket as I felt the cold breeze rush through the venue. “I don’t need any guide, I already know where the money is laid.” Those lyrics were the first to run through my ears that made chill do down my spine. Sayori Fuji came on stage and then vanished. Something about Mr. Fuji always made me feel uncomfortable. Conrad was playing new songs that no one had heard before. Mr. Maitland came out at the end told everyone that what happened to Mr. Evans was tragic and he felt terrible.
Something about that night definitely did feel right.
The taxi man was quite chatty and wouldn’t stop talking about what happened. I tried to ignore him but his loud voice made it hard. He said something about how it was planned and how he was going to solve it all. I told him, “don’t stop disrespecting the dead.” To escape his monotone voice, I asked him to drop me one block away from the arena. As I walked to the concert, I could hear the music and I felt the beat rush through my veins.
Once I got close enough to the venue, I saw the name “Conrad.” and for some reason, I forgot about worries. I went up to the booth and ask for a ticket from the women. As I walked into the venue, it seemed the people simple wondered inside not knowing any of the songs. People still out of place. I zipped up my jacket as I felt the cold breeze rush through the venue. “I don’t need any guide, I already know where the money is laid.” Those lyrics were the first to run through my ears that made chill do down my spine. Sayori Fuji came on stage and then vanished. Something about Mr. Fuji always made me feel uncomfortable. Conrad was playing new songs that no one had heard before. Mr. Maitland came out at the end told everyone that what happened to Mr. Evans was tragic and he felt terrible.
Something about that night definitely did feel right.
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