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Marlowe looks a little surprised, but pleased at the same time.

"I mean—I don't think it'll be anything special. I'm just reporting on the show, talking about what I think of the band, and then there's going to be a bit about how the venue feels. It's supposed to be part of a bigger piece about the local music scene—which, to be honest, I didn't really realize existed until recently—and I guess because I'm the 'youth reporter' I'll be representing how the young people feel about the local music. A little scary, but I'm giving it my best shot."

Soon, the blue door opens and people start being let inside. Once you get over the threshold, the place you find yourself in is quite different than you expected. Instead of a cozy, old-fashioned coffee shop, the place has been transformed into a stripped-back, softly lit venue, with black curtains covering the walls and all the tables pushed over to one side of the room. In the corner, a small wooden stage has been set up, and glowing yellow lights strung from the ceiling are illuminating the performance space, where a few instruments stand waiting.

"Wow. I've only been here during the day before," Marlowe says as you find your way to a table. "I always thought it was a strange place to have live music, but it's pretty cool."

You sit down, and somebody comes to take your drinks order as the place fills up around you. While you wait, you can see Marlowe glancing around at everything, trying to take in all the details—but then they stop themself and turn back to you instead, as if determined not to be distracted.