Woodstock.

You mainly went there to see some pretty cool bands, and have a good time, also to support Limp Bizkit, as you were friends with the band. You knew stuff would be chaotic, but this, was just terrible.

As soon as they started to preform 'Break Stuff', the crowd went from 1-100 in a second, people were moshing like there was no tomorrow, and people vandalizing everything they could get their meth head out hands on, not to mention multiple assaults happening. You ended up crowd surfing on some broken plywood, which was fun as hell, until you were pushed off, and now being trampled on by the moshing crowd.

You were picked up, not very quickly though, as you were currently in a lot of pain. Your arm was definitely broken, while the entire rest of your body hurt terribly.

You were now in the hospital, stuck with a broken arm and rib, not to mention how you had multiple scrapes, bruises, and cuts. You were lucky to make it out of there, you thought, considering how dense, and high the crowd was.

You noticed someone walking into the hospital room, it was Fred, he was probably going to say sorry, especially for encouraging the crowd a bit.

"Damn, you look like shit." He stated.