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I talk about how inspiration comes from strange, obscure places. This is no more true than what I saw in this sea of blue. I walked through a long hallway where, at the end, was one very large room with blue neon lighting the whole place up. The edges of the room were dark and scattered with boothes. There was a single candle in the middle of each table within each booth. In the middle of all this was an empty space 19 feet by 19 feet that was lit by a single light pointing strait up. There was one small bar in the back. The music was classic rock and the conversations in the room were whispers. There were exactly 56 people in this room and every one of them had a look of contemplation and angst on their faces as if pondering many things at once. Their heads bobbed with the music ever so slightly and they all wore tiny smiles on their faces. Each person had with them a silver pen they twirled around with their fingers nervously in between songs. With the exception of the blue, I was home.