We were sitting there, in a lonely place, forgotten by others... the smoke was all around us. The music was stuck in our head. The guitar was almost playing by its self. The books and sketch books were thrown right beside us. The night was almost coming. The laughters and smiles were everywhere. We were singing random lyrics. We were taking photos. We were happy and full of life. We made new friendships. We met our old friends. We were drinking coffee. We were all together right there, right then.
