Everything was going perfectly - it was the eight show of the summer that she has been to. It was just as different was the first just as the two dead heads had promised at the end of the school year. She dances with her friend Kim Kelly who at the start of the year she's had some ups and downs with. Kim, however, has broken the dance to move onto dance with someone who she has been seeing, Lindsay thinks his name starts with an E, Evan? Ethan, something like that - the music was all that mattered.
Ripple moved through her body as she danced along to the beat of the bass and drum. She could feel the message of the song and was one with it. The pot that she had gotten from Nick back during the year was in fact too strong - but the stuff the dead heads had gotten her had been just right. All she felt was excitement and, on occasion a little bit hungry. This had been her summer feeling relieved and free that she didn't go to the summit. She kind of now understands how Nick could have gotten so hooked on pot - it was becoming part of her.
The lights went go up. Encore, the last few songs of the night. It can't be over. She thinks to herself, the feeling of post-concert depression was starting to sit in. A feeling that she could only begin to describe, She looks around for Kim who is nowhere near her, a feeling of unease starts to kick in, or maybe it's guilt? She's unsure, but she blows it off. Looking around her at her fellow deadheads - makes her slightly nervous is this who she really wants to become?
There's chatter amongst the crowd mostly, people asking about pot and friends hurrying to get some expensive beers before the show starts. Lindsay starts to get pushed closer and closer to the stage - the first time she'd be right up front. A feeling of togetherness hits her or what she thinks is togetherness, she won't admit being this close is a little unnerving. The lights beat down on her she starts to take a few deep breaths. Knowing, just how hot those lights can be she brushes the sweat from the dancing off with her jacket sleeve. She sighs again, the lights go back down and change before her eyes.
She starts to feel off - slightly dizzy. She tries to think of the music and only the music but it's hard. The noise is starting to get to her, hearing all the singing and being in a swaying crowd. She grabs hold of the rail. Luckily Kim makes her way back to the front of the crowd, standing next to Lindsay. Kim wasn't one to budge to make her way through.
"Hey, you ok?" Kim asks looking at her friend who is now trying to sit down on the floor of the cramped arena.
"Yeah, I'm just going to give myself a second," Lindsay says continuing to take some deep breaths.
"Well you won't believe who I ran into the pit, Mr. Rosso" Kim laughs. Lindsay nods, trying to pay attention to what her friend was saying, but she can't. She can't focus, she can't breathe. Something has struck a panic within her.
"Linds?" Kim asks, she looks around for help, finally managing to call down a security guard.
The pair with the security guard head out of the arena, they bump into Mr. Rosso on the way out.
The two of them call for an abluence, Lindsay Weir the pride and joy of Chippewa Michigan gets carried out of the arena on a strecher, the two of them follow behind.
