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	    <title>these are all just gonna be a story ninvolving mcr, for when im bored...part 1</title>
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	    <issued>2006-08-21T05:15:28Z</issued>
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	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>before i start - this is about me, and other (made up) peeps, and how i (im older in the&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>fadextoxblack</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;before i start - this is about me, and other (made up) peeps, and how i (im older in the story) meet mcr, and its just a random chain of events...some good, soom bad. usualy i make these up in my head, but i thought id write this one down...&lt;/P&gt;

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&lt;P&gt;Becca sighed as she looked out the window. She couldnt find tickets ANYWHERE! She had been on the internet for 14 hours solid, looking for gig tickets for a My Chemical Romance tickets. They were playing in one week, in Newcastle City Hall, a ten minute drive away from her home. &quot;Lets try this one&quot; she muttered, typing in another website. A search bar appeared on the screen. She typed in 'My Chemical Romance Gig Tickets' and hit enter. To her surprsie, it popped up 'MCR play in newcastle- 5 tickets left- order now!' she hiut in her bank details, and bought 2 of the remaining 5 tickets. She logged off, and phoned her best friend, jo.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;   &quot;happy birthday!!!!!!!!&quot; she screamed down the phone. &quot;happy birthday to you, you old fogey!&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;   &quot;I'm only 34!&quot; jo replied.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;   &quot;Yeah, well, im still 28, so you're old to me&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;   &quot;cheeky git. so, whadya get me?&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;  &quot;oh...i'm a bit hard up...so...well, you'll see.&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;  &quot;okay...bye.&quot; the disapointment was clear in jo's voice. Becca giggled, and got into her car. She was going to pick up the tickets- they where from an official site, they where ones someone else was selling on. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;       Bercca got the tickets, and went striaght to jo's. Both becca and jo where obsessed with MCR, and jo was gonna go mad with joy.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;      Becca pulled up outside jo's, and let herself in. Jo looked up.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;      &quot;hi!&quot; Becca sat down, and, without a word, handed jo the envelope. Jo frowned.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;      &quot;what is it?&quot; she asked, opening it up. then she screamed. and screaming. and danced. and carried on screaming. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;     &quot;WE'RE SEEING MCR IN A WEEK&quot; they yelled. front row tickets to see MCR. This was gonna be the time of there life!&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
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