I'm sitting a little off to the side on the stage. Martin Garrix, my good mate, is standing in front of the turntables and heating up the crowd. The music is blasting and I feel the familiar tingling in my chest from the bass. Grinning, I let my gaze wander over the people at the festival. That's when I see her - dancing a little away from the rest of the crowd with her eyes closed, arms in the air and a smile on her lips and something about her makes me watch her with fascination.