Hollow Hill Music Festival was finally happening and you finally had enough money saved up for the trip there, the food and amenities, and the stay there! The only thing is that your friends weren't available. Everyone was busy with their life or had other plans. But you didn’t want to sit around and wait for someone. You’re determined to go to this festival even if it means going solo.

After a long, but much-needed road trip, you found yourself with a premium wristband as you stood in the grounds of the music festival wearing your best festival look. You couldn’t be prouder of yourself for taking such a big step of independence and courage. But as you looked over the crowd, so many people, such loud music, and so many things to do and see. Where do you even start?

So, for a while, you just lingered around until you became comfortable with the new setting. You tried new foods from the food trucks, checked out different bands and artists that you’d never heard of. Even for a while, you tucked away into your tent to recalibrate.

While exiting your tent after a small breather, you bump into someone, filling a drink splash onto your shirt when you hear someone speak.

“Oh, dude, my bad—”, the raspy voice paused before speaking again as the two of you made eye contact. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t see you there! I’m Tyler. Can I get you anything to make up for your shirt?”