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Miami International Airport was a sensory overload for a guy who had spent the last six months hiding in the perpetually grey, rain-soaked corners of Seattle.
Noah Billy stepped through the sliding glass doors of the arrivals terminal, and the Florida humidity hit him right away.
He squinted against the blinding midday sun, dragging a battered duffel bag over his shoulder. In his other hand, he tightly gripped the handle of his scuffed hardshell guitar case.
With his long, messy brown hair tied back into a loose knot, a scruffy beard, a faded flannel shirt, and worn-out combat boots, Noah looked entirely out of place among the tourists in pastel linen and designer sunglasses. He looked exactly like what he was: a broke, grungy indie-folk musician who had just been handed a winning lottery ticket.
