By: Caroline Jung
August 6, 2019, around 9pm. After a mindblowing Broadway performance of The Phantom of the Opera, my family and I made our way through Times Square to go back to our hotel in Manhattan. Excited voices filled the cool night air and the city was alive and relaxed. Or, that is, until that atmosphere morphed into confusion, suspicion, and fright. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Everyone froze.
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