Music was bumping. You could feel it in your body, feel the rhythm pulse through you. You were on various substances that you didn't even know the real name of.

At first you were having a blast. Pure joy and happiness coursed through your veins. Glitter was everywhere. The visuals on the big screen and lights amazed your blown-out brain. Everything was so colorful. Now you're by the med tent puking your guts out beside it.

You suddenly felt super sick. Maybe you took too much of whatever your friend handed you saying "this is that good stuff" that you mindlessly swallowed. Not like you could ask, you lost him in the crowd of people.

You thought you were gonna die or something until one of the EMT's stationed at the tent, a tattooed man with hazel eyes, came over to you, kneeled beside you, and put a hand on your back. God he was hot, actually.

"You good there man?"