The Best Day of Summer

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The Best Day of Summer
Bass booming, hands flailing, flashing lights, sweat dripping and dancing nonstop. No, it’s not a concert, it’s a new world. My first time entering this new world was this summer at Lollapalooza. The experience leaves me speechless and it had changed my outlook on life. Almost like experiencing a new religion. New light was shed on my life like the sun coming out for the first time after a long winter.

96 degree weather wasn’t typically ideal; especially for Chicago during a music festival. It was as if the sun had gravitated an extra fifty miles closer for 3 very long days. The way people were walking from stage to stage probably made people think we were zombies. The shiny beads of salty water on everybody’s face were almost like an accessory. It completed everyone’s look. The droplets sprinted down foreheads and backs and arms like a tsunami was taking over land. I could feel my skin cooking in the sun like a turkey on Thanksgiving. There was no way anybody could escape the heat. It chased you through the crowd and even through the shade like a killer chasing a vulnerable victim. However, putting aside the dreadful, unbearable heat, the music was a whole other story.

The uplifting sound of beautiful music almost made the heat doable. From indie-rock to dubstep and rap to heavy metal, Union Park was bursting with energy. There was a genre for everybody. Being in the middle of the crowd and feeling the music was an experience that everyone needs to encounter. The lyrics jumped from the artist to the audience’s ears like fleas on dogs. Much like the sun, you couldn’t escape it. But why would you want to? Once the lyrics were in your ears, they slowly and gracefully moved throughout your body; sending a shiver up every bone. The rhythm and bass crept into every nerve, forcing you to dance. No matter what the music genre or where you were, your body’s movements had no control. Like puppet and its master, there was no stopping it. The...
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