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Written by April Yorke   
Monday, 13 July 2009 00:00

White T-shirtOn Thursday my friends and I stopped by the Metric show on our way over to see Iron & Wine. Metric wasn't known to me at the time, but they put on a good show. That Emily knows how to rock.

As we danced and maintained what we thought was a respectful distance between our group and the people in front of us, a pair of Titans and their Amazonian girlfriends decided that to fill that space. At 8:30. For an 8 o'clock show. Yes, four people who were 5'10" at their shortest decided the very best place they could stand when they showed up half an hour late was directly in front of three women who are 5'4" at their tallest. 

Shouting things like, "EXCUSE ME!" "WHAT THE FUCK?" and "COULD THEY BE ANY TALLER?!" produced no results (let it never be said that Metric plays too quietly), so that's when you stepped in, White T-Shirt. You had been there the entire time, moving gracefully on your own at a respectful distance. You knew injustice when you saw it. 

You reached across the entire group, tapped the far left guy on his shoulder, and indicated the significant height distance. Then, with an eloquent wave of your hand, suggested that they move along to an empty space slightly to our left. And they did.  

So here's to you, White T-Shirt. Here's to your rockin' specs, your fashionable jeans, and your dance accessory of choice (lanyard, preferable in comparison to lit cigarettes).  Here's to your wordless elegance. You are a prince among men. 

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Emily
July 18, 2009
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White T-shirt

You are our hero!

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April Yorke is a (Cult)ure Magazine contributor since Wednesday, 07 January 2009.

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