I was there for that concert at Prospect Park with one of my best friends, she happens to live in Brooklyn just in front of the park, we didn't have tickets for the concert, they were all sold out, we did what the other people did: we sat outside the fence and we ate cheese and some fruit, we drank wine while we listened to the concert hanging on the grass. That night I saw fireflies flying in the park. It was last summer.
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