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Afterward, we got to work.
The first day wasn't too grueling yet.
Most of it was just unloading and prepping the equipment.
Massive crates were unloaded from the trucks.
Steel trusses.
Stage lights.
Giant speakers.
Spools of cable that must have been hundreds of meters long.
The sound of forklifts echoed constantly.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
People hurried back and forth.
Some shouted for tools.
Some counted inventory.
Some checked off clipboards.
I carried a few steel trusses along with another team.
Summer was no joke.
Even the breeze felt warm.
A few times, I lifted the hem of my shirt slightly to wipe my face.
Until finally—
"Lunch break!"
Someone's voice echoed from a distance.
Like a power switch being flipped.
Everyone stopped dead in their tracks.
"Ah... finally..."
Someone groaned, collapsing onto the grass.
"It's only the first day and I already feel like dying."
"Shut up," another shot back. "We've still got a week to go."
