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I bob my head to the song, my headphones snug over my ears. The guitar and drums and voice of the singer blend wonderfully together. I know that everyone surrounding me at the airport is staring, but I pay them no attention. I’m enjoying a wonderful song they’ll never listen to. But then, a rhythm of movement catches my eye. I lift my head, and I see some teenager probably my age, bobbing his head to some song, earphones snug over his ears too. I smile and look back down to my iPod.

When I get up to catch my flight, he passes me, and whispers, ”I love the Black Keys too.”
I drop my plane ticket, and bend down to pick it up, and when I straighten back up, I can just make out his form disappearing into the thick crowd of people.