HOW TO KILL IT AT ULTRA

You’re in your room.

 

Looking at yourself in the mirror.

 

You look pretty damn good.

 

Today’s going to be a good day.

 

 

HONNNNNNNNNK

You look to the window.

Ride’s here.

You lift your hand up and look at the tickets.

 

“ULTRA MUSIC FESTIVAL”

 

It’s time to get going.

Are you ready?

 

How about the sunblock?

Don’t want to make that mistake.

 

 

Of course you wouldn’t. You’re too good for that.

Waterpack?

 

 

Okay okay. I guess you are ready.

 

You get your shoes on, head out, and close the door.

 

Wait.

 

Wait wait wait.

 

You’re forgetting the most important thing.

 

I knew I was giving you too much credit…

 

Go grab your shades, stupid.

Alright. Now you’re ready.

 

Wind’s blowing across your face.

 

Car’s going as fast as it needs to.

 

But it still feels slow to you.

 

You can’t help but feel a bit annoyed as you watch the buildings from across the window, wishing they’d glide away from your sight faster.

 

Palm trees. Lots of people walking.

 

And a ton of cop cars everywhere.

 

Yup. You’re close.

 

You’re walking. And as you walk, the silence vanishes with every next step.

 

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM. BOOM.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

 

 

 

 

 

You’re not just hearing it anymore.

You can feel it.

The music pulsating right through your skin, and right into your soul. You can’t help but lift your hand and look at it. You can feel every wave rush across your fingers and right into your face. The lights are flaring erratically. You’ve finally arrived. There you are with 350,000 other people, just like you. Everyone’s here to have fun. But you’re going to set the bar by killing it. Time to lose yourself to this beautiful sound storm.

 

You’re here. You’re at Ultra.

 

Everyone’s jumping. You’re jumping.

Lights flash and briefly illuminate the chaos.

Smoke slowly trails itself across the moving bodies.

Shirts seem to disappear as you jump in frenzy.

You don’t know how but you’ve reached a platform.

All eyes are on you. They’re waiting for your move.

You wipe the sweat off your forehead.

 

And then, you leap into a spin and dive into a legion of arms. They propel you back into the

air, only to receive you once again, only to propel you higher.

 

Gravity persists. But so do they.

 

And so do you.

Because you’re not you at this moment.

 

You’re the manifestation of everyone’s collective energy and thrill.

 

You are Ultra.

 

 

 

 

 

Written by: @eddieofmtl

 

March 26, 2017 by Eric Martineau
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