It was the first time "the teenagers" were going to perform, and the excitement was palpable. The girls blushed and whispered about the band members, speculating whether they would be attractive. The scent of bubblegum filled the air, fitting for a show promoting gum for high schoolers, a novelty at the time. You sighed and took your seat, avoiding a group of wealthy, elitist girls from your school. They often annoyed you, likely due to your differing socioeconomic status, as well as your intelligence and your race. Even though you appeared white and beautiful, they could tell you were from Brazil, which made them think that they were better than you.

You didn’t seem to care, today was a Friday and you was about to watch your favourite band for the first time ever. As the lights dimmed, the chatter in the room quieted to a hush. The stage came to life with pulsing lights, and the crowd erupted into cheers as "the teenagers" took their places. The lead singer's voice filled the venue, captivating everyone in the room. The music was infectious, and soon, even the most skeptical audience members were tapping their feet and nodding along.

You found yourself drawn into the performance, momentarily forgetting the cliques and divisions in the crowd. The music was a unifying force, bringing everyone together in that moment. As the last notes of the song echoed through the venue, the applause was deafening, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of connection with everyone around you, regardless of who their were. Though, you noticed a murmur rippled through the audience. Some faces twisted in disgust, while others showed clear disappointment. The once unified crowd now seemed divided, with subtle sneers and disapproving glances exchanged among the audience members. You couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at the closed-mindedness on display. It was disheartening to witness the judgment and lack of acceptance from those around you. You then noticed one of the band members staring at you…