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Damir, the keyboardist, was slumped against the window. "I think I’m seeing double," he muttered. "And not the good kind of double where we get paid twice."

Damir fumbled through a glove box overflowing with tangled cables and old concert flyers. He pulled out a dusty, unlabeled CD-R with the words (Ultra Mix for Soul and Body) scrawled on it in thick permanent marker. dubioza_kolektiv_ultra_mix_za_dusu_i_tijelo

Damir ejected the CD and held it up like a holy relic. "Soul satisfied, body ready for the stage." Damir, the keyboardist, was slumped against the window

Suddenly, the fatigue in the van evaporated. Damir’s eyes snapped open. In the back, the brass section—who had been snoring in a pile of trombone cases—started clapping in unison. body ready for the stage." Suddenly