The music was too loud to...
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George was trying his best to keep Mara on his shoulders as she wildly gyrated to the rhythms of U2. He imagined her smiling and laughing, swaying like a willow in the breeze as she watched Bono croon out "Where the Streets Have No Name." But one minute into the song, Mara started to get heavy. George was by no means a weakling of a guy--he worked out once a month. But gravity was pulling her down.
His knees felt like they were going to buckle. So with great relief, he put her down mid-song.
When he stood up smiling, he met the gaze of a gorgon. Her face was contorted in a way that seemed like a makeup artist from Star Trek had his way with her.
"What's wrong, honey?" George asked with trepidation.
Mara unloaded a sentence, which George could only surmise was filled with rage, into his face. But it was only white noise blending with the Edge's guitar riff.
"What?" he said again, not really wanting to hear. His imagination had already predicted that she was having a good time above the crowd and hated to be put down prematurely.
Again, the blast of unintelligible sound. He was relieved that the music was to loud to hear Mara.
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