Twelve years ago, Justin introduced me to the big hair band, Def Leppard. Sure, I had heard of the group, and knew some of the music, but I thought only devil worshippers really listened to that kind of stuff. Anyway, Justin talked me into going to a concert with him and about six other swooning girls. We sat in the nosebleed section while the old rockers tore up the stage and had us all on our feet singing "let's get rocked". It was awesome. So, when we had a chance to revisit the group here in St. Louis, alongside the 80's band, Poison, we jumped on it. This time, the rockers were even older, and so were the fans. We had floor seats, enjoyed the company of good friends, and most importantly, I was Justin's only date. Pour some sugar on me, baby...
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