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Don't drop your books, don't drop your books, I repeat: do not drop your books.

Castiel looked around nervously. There were far more people here than at his last school and it seemed like about half of those people were trying to make him trip or drop his books. But Castiel refused to make a fool out of himself. Not again. Not here. Not in his first week.

But it was hopeless. Eventually, he bumped into someone. It wasn't even someone else that bumped into him, no, it was definitely Castiel doing the bumping here. There's a light to be found even in the darkest times, though, and he did not drop his books, which made it a little less embarrassing.

He looked up cautiously, expecting to see a big, angry, hulkish brute who was about to knock him out, but instead, he saw a pretty girl with wavy red hair and an awkward expression.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm Charlie, by the way. I'm in your physics class."

"It's okay, it's my fault. And I'm Castiel."

He noticed that Charlie's eyes had widened.

"What is it? You look scared."

"N- nothing, just, your... voice."

"What about my voice?"

"It's, eh, surprisingly deep. And manly."

"Is that a flirtation?"

"What? No, no, definitely not ohmygoddeanwillloveyou anyway w-"

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry, I'm not very good at talking to strangers. But I was about to ask if you would like to come to the The 67s gig tomorrow. I didn't know if you knew about it and it's kind of a big thing, everyone's going, and I thought you should come too."

"The what gig?"

"The 67s. It's a band. Some people from our school. They're great and you should go. You can go for free if you come with me."

"Thank you for the offer, but I do not like busy places."

"If you're early you can get a seat in the front row. There are chairs there but also enough room to stand and, you know, be able to breathe. Please think about it?"

"I will reconsider," he replied after a few seconds of silence.

"Good. I'll talk to you in physics later." She was about to leave, but Castiel stopped her.

"Wait."

She waited for two minutes as Castiel stood there staring into the distance and thinking. Then,

"I have reconsidered your offer and I have decided that I would love to go."

"That's great! Peace out, biatch."

"Did you just call me a female dog?" Castiel asked, but Charlie was already too far away to hear him.

Dean took another look at his clothes and decided that he was ready to go. His teeth were brushed, his hair was perfect and his outfit was positively rock 'n' roll with a hint of 70s Bowie.

He grabbed his guitar and walked down the stairs, humming some Kansas song that had been stuck in his head all day. He was really looking forward to the gig.

Charlie was right. There was more than enough room in the front row. Castiel heaved a sigh of relief as he sat down and wondered why he was the only one there. He found the answer to that question when he looked at his watch. There were still thirty minutes to go and he decided to go get a Coca Cola or something.

Just as he was getting up, he saw Charlie walk in with two plastic cups. He smiled at her and sat back down. She sat down next to him and said,

"Coffee or tea?"

"Tea, please."

She handed him one of the two cups and took a sip from the other one.

"You're early."

"So are you."

"Fair point."

They sat there in comfortable silence as more people started filing in. Soon, the room was filled with all kinds of people. There was one thing many of them had in common, though: they were loud. Very loud. It seemed like they would never stop talking. The noise made Castiel feel a little uncomfortable, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

The final ten minutes before the gig would start went by slowly, but eventually, the lights in the room dimmed and the ones on the stage brightened. It was time.