Splintering plywood and steel beams crash to the ground. Creatures prance wickedly over the fallen barricade. Strains of melodies float across the complex. Hurry to rejoin the dancing masses. Clouds darken, the wind gusts.
Cool wind brings shivers and goosebumps to sunburnt arms and legs.
Lightning flashes, but no thunder sounds. The heavens do not unleash their power. Music grinds as a rainbow appears for a fleeting second. Bodies sprawl on the grass, the effects of the weekend beginning to take their toll. Dozing in and out of consciousness, too tired to focus on the musicmakers.