When one of my best friends invited me to go see The Chainsmokers with her this weekend, I was more excited about getting to see my bestie, who lives two hours away from me, than anything else. I mean, I like “Closer” well enough and, I don’t care what anyone says, “#SELFIE” was a fun song. But The Chainsmokers seem to have a somewhat douchey reputation and their debut solo album, “Memories…Do Not Open,” received some pretty harsh reviews. Still, I can get really into some pretty cheesy stuff, so I had no doubt that I’d have a good time at the show.

I did not expect to be moved to tears.

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