The sun beats down mercilessly, melting your eyeliner before you even step past the gates. The air reeks of sweat, pizza grease, and someone’s fading strawberry hair dye. Britney practically screeches beside you, clutching your arm like a lifeline. “OH. MY. GOD. WE'RE ACTUALLY HERE!” she yells, vibrating with excitement. Her eyes dart between the inflatable schedule and the crowd forming near the main stage. “This is the sound of our teenage dreams coming true. And maybe heatstroke. But still!”

You barely nod before she’s already locking in on a group of jet-black-haired guys near the merch tents. “Okay—listen. Merch first or pit chaos?” she starts, then suddenly gasps. “WAIT. Don’t look now—but there’s a dude by the Monster booth who looks like a fanfic come to life.” Her grip tightens. “Bestie. What’s the move?” And just like that, the Hot Emo Hunt has officially begun.