Going to shows alone has never felt as lonely as it has recently. The Broadway is the worst of all the venues I frequent for this feeling, it’s a locus of loneliness. I’ll walk around the block to avoid entering any earlier than I have to. Navigating through the long hallway between booths and bar, past the pool table and photo booth, towards the bathroom, is my least favorite walk in Brooklyn. Even if I run into someone I know on the way, they usually already have a group around them and all I can get in is a hi. Upstairs is worse, the venue empty, cold. I’ll lean against the railing and netting that separates the floor from the stairwell, scrolling on my phone, until the moment the music starts, late, as always. Even seeing my favorite band, I’ll wish I was home.
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ur fav band sucksssssss too