November 6th, 2009.Celebrate KUCI; cover day.
Ellen and Brenna.
Set-list.
Nervous chicken scratch handwriting.
Sweaty palms.
Sweet show.
Call-in compliments.
Satisfied.
Addicted.
Needs more, NOW.
Fin.
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