Mom was sitting in her chair, in the living room.
There was some sort of special occasion, and what I had gotten her was a gift card for books.
There was a card, and it had a long story//joke on it that took up the entire inside of the card.
At one point, I was having a discussion with someone about something we needed.
Whatever it was we initially thought we needed, we didn't.
We had procured it, only to find out that it didn't meet the requirements.
I was at a show, most likely Saves the Day or Motion City Soundtrack, because Claudio was there, and he was up on stage.
I said hello to him, and gave him a friendly punch, and a soft elbow in the stomach, and he greeted me friendly enough.
However, in his facial expression, he just looked at me like I was just another fan girl, that I was talking to him only because he was part of the band, not because I was a friend.
I had every intention to find him after the show, though, to get him to recognize me and to realize that I was there to see him and to catch up, not because of his fame.
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