'It's a release. A chance to scream, sing, shout, jump, push, pogo'
I have just fallen over. Dust is kicking up in my face. Feet trample all around me. The previous cacophonous sound that filled my ears, is now muffled and muted. I plant my hands in the dirt and push my body upwards. A stranger's hands wrap under my arms and hoist me back to my feet. I catch my breath as the world fills again with the sound of guitar, bass, drums and angry, angsty vocals. This won’t be the last time I fall over today. I love this.