"We need to post about the show," you say.
"What are these posts going to say, exactly?" Addy asks. "That we're suddenly all fans of Barry Michaels, everyone come support him?"
"I think it should be enough if we just mention we're all going to the show and it'll be fun," you say.
"It is highly optimistic of you to think that's going to be enough to convince anyone this is the place to be," Addy says.
"We're exciting enough, aren't we?" you ask. "If people see all of us are looking forward to it, it'll get them curious."
Addy relents with a sigh. "Well, we're running out of time so I guess it's worth a shot."
By the time the evening rolls around, none of your posts have gotten much attention except for someone writing "Never heard of them."
None of you are particularly hopeful when the time comes to drives over to Sandy Hill. The lot of you enter long before the show, much to your embarrassment, and each get a big X drawn on your hand as you come inside. You hide yourselves in a centrally located booth and wait for people to start showing up.
One girl who's had a crush on Addy for the past two years and her friend show up. It's about as awkward as you all can handle without spontaneously combusting. You keep on waiting, hoping to see others come in through the front door too.
They don't.
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