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Merely the Beginning

 

            Inside the car is an awkward silence, like the uneasy moment before you hear the crashing of thunder following a surge of pure energy.
             "Where do you want to be dropped off?," my mom asks.
             "Right here, I guess," I reply. Of course, I'm not entirely sure if this is precisely where I should be dropped off, but anywhere is fine at this point. I have to get out of the car, before my mom by some unknown method reads my mind and finds out that this event is not really a concert, but a massive rave.
             "Thanks for the ride," Brady says as we step out of my moms gold Regal. My feet make contact with the wet pavement, and I obtain a sudden and unexplained sense of freedom. It's New Years Eve, year 2001, and I suspect that I am about to have the time of my life.
             Brady and I advance alongside a chainlink fence, with cardboard signs lining the other side of it, making it difficult to see through from our perspective. The muffled sound of bass can be heard in the distance. We walk another half of a block, and the music can be heard indubitably. An elaborate mix of drums and break beats, interacting perfectly with eachother like the intertwining mechanisms of a well-oiled machine. We approach a long line of people, and beyond them shows the opening to the fence. It leads to the party. We know that we are in the right place.
             Usually I feel uncomfortable around a large group of people, but not now. No, these people do not exhibit an egocentric society type of mentality, they do not look down upon outsiders. There is a curious vibe here, a welcoming feeling. A feeling unnatural in the typical world. People of all different group classifications gather to this place with a specific purpose in mind: forget the real world for a night, and live while life is still worth living.
             We approach the front of the line. I look to my left, and see a guy walking up and down the side of it asking, "Got a pill?" repeatedly to its various occupants.


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