The music doesn’t seem so loud until you walk away from it, from the vibrations of the crowd, pulsating with smoke.
Your pupils don’t seem so wide until you look into the eyes of the girl standing next to you in line for the portable toilets. She’s beautiful and warm and then she says hi and wants to talk and just know, how are you?
Time stretches and on the mind are basic things: water, fun, deep breaths, where are my friends? Who are my friends? Who am I? Who will I be?
What came first, life or the soundtrack?