THE SUN WENT down hours ago. Trancelucid is on the main stage performing right now. Heavy bass pours from the speakers in waves, vibrating against my skin. The VIP area is packed, and I haven’t been able to find Jack yet.
A platform spans the stage’s width, so close to the artists you could reach out and high five them. I peer over and look at the area in front of the stage. Earlier today, I walked across that field with Jack while he held my hand. Now it’s a sea of people, lit up, dancing collectively, and it’s mesmerizing. A girl next to me, wearing what looks to be a bikini, dances with light whips. Tentacles of bright colors snake around her body as she moves.
From the platform I look behind me, only seeing abandoned beer cups and food tents. In the distance, a familiar form is walki
