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March 2002, Costa Mesa, California The air in the club was still ringing after the show. The ceiling ran low across the whole room, so the sound had nowhere to go — it came off the walls, off the metal lip of the bar, off the glasses, and finally off them. The air was thick with sweat, beer, and some old noise that had dried into the place. Vex leaned against the wall and watched the crowd thin out. The faces that stayed until the end weren't the same ones as a few weeks ago.