The air was filled with noise and smoke, 10,000 feet stomping into the mud, cheers and shouts deafened by the sound of drums and guitars, the atmosphere at the festival was intoxicating, a seperate world free from conventional troubles and woes, all that mattered was the music and the search for good feelings. People were abound with drinks and smoke, no one cared what each other was doing, too fixated on the pounding music, the lights, and their own primal urges.
A sea of people formed a crowd against the stage, leaving barely enough room to stand, the roar of the crowd singing along to the Red Hot Chilli Peppers was overwhelming but that’s when the trance was broken for him. He felt his face hit with a long wisp of hair, the girl just infront of him, jumping and dancing, her blonde hair covered in colours and ribbons, an eye catching display, it danced with her every move. She wore a tight top held up with faith alone, he looked down and saw her legs wrapped in fishnets, ending with a short skirt that spun and rose up with every jump.