Welcome to Electric Daisy Carnival

Nothing else mattered in that moment but being there, at the edge of that stage, surrounded by hundreds of head-banging, eyes-closed people, feeling nothing but the bass as our pulse.

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I Could Dance Forever [Paint Wars Chicago]

I hold my breath then squeeze a bottle of bright orange paint and throw my hands in the air. The color explodes out, covering my face and hair and the people around me in streaks of orange.

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