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  • Amina Sadiq


Frantically rubbing my hands while waiting in the cold for 16 hours, I try to regain feeling in my fingers, toes, and nose. I feel my heart pump like the booming bass from soundcheck. Running to the barricade with hundred of feet thumping behind me. The stage lights turn on, the crowd roars, and pushes forward, The lights flare as dozens of people begin to surf above my head, and I feel the temperature of the room rise as the fans scream to the sound of music. Now overheated and battered, I step back into the refreshing cold air, relieved to be out.

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