You walk in; you are both alone and in a crowd. One blaring concert with strangers dancing in neon outfits like mine. One blaring concert that you’ll never see again. One blaring concert that hurts your ear drums, but you can’t help but smile. From the bathroom you can hear the bass, but no one turns it down.

These raves aren’t popular. They seeme weird and dirty. They are loud and intense. Strobe lights shoot across the room and the cigerette smoke chokes you. This is my fun.

There is a constant enerygy that moves you side to side, you could fall. Don’t fall, don’t fall, don fall, I say as I crowd surf. I don’t.

When I am dancing my heart out, I am too tired crowd surf again, when I am scanning the crowd for familiar faces, then I realize it doesn’t matter. Everyone is your friend here. One that could change your life. One that lifts you as you crowd surf. One who makes this concert amazing.