going to a rave concert was initially not your idea, but your friend's idea, you went with her for company without even realizing what a slam is. all your previous concerts were quiet, people on the dance floor only sang along, turned on flashlights on their phones and sometimes cried, but no more. While waiting for the concert you were desperately trying to understand what will happen now and were surprised by people wearing kneepads, pointing their fingers indecently at them and asking your friend what it is and why it is necessary for a person at the concert. you looked at people who were stretching their ankles and pulling their backs as if they came not to a concert but to a fitness training.

you understood what "slam" means when in the center of the dance floor formed a circle and the performer started singing. expectedly in the crowd you lost your friend and no matter how you tried to find her you could not do anything, presumably your friend was carried to the very center of sweaty jumping and pushing bodies. unfortunately you were carried there too.

When people started to rush forward again you were accidentally caught by their hands, apparently mistaking you for someone else, so you got caught somewhere in the middle, unfortunately someone tripped and a couple of people fell on you, dropping you too, but not even a couple of seconds later someone picked you up under your shoulders pulling you out from under the pile of bodies. it was a tall guy staring at you holding your shoulder. — Are you okay? - Carlos was standing in front of you with his head tilted slightly to hear you through the screams. His hair was wet, and he was pretty wet too, he was one of the guys who spent most of the concert at the center. - How's your back? Should I show you where the ambulance is? -