Sweat spins in arcs and water sprays over the crowd, cascading over the stage. Clap clap clap handclap thump thump everybody jump and spin. I see the faces of the people as they emerge from throwing their clammy bodies at one another, a mix of exhaustion and pure, pure joy. They recover and shove their way back, but it's not shoving, because everyone just moves with a smile and they're back, upside down, rightside up and the drums get hit and the bass fills the cold air with warmth and the guitars get beaten up and I close my eyes, surrounded and jostled and pushed, and I smile and wish I could raise up this feeling high up above the city and send it to you.

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