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waved her bottle of electrolyte water. “I’m super hydrated. It’ll be fine.” She took the second one and zipped the rest of the tablets into her shorts pocket just as Greg came meandering back.
“All set?” he asked.
“All set.”
They returned to Ransom, who stood by the stage entrance looking out at the audience. “You ready for this?” he asked, turning back to her. “Biggest crowd yet.”
She detected a note of admiration in his voice. It made her feel good that he respected her work, but it also made her feel guilty. He was trying to psyche her up to do a sober show when she’d just pounded two doses of ecstasy.
She didn’t want to deceive him. It was just that he didn’t get it. He didn’t understand how the rave thing worked. She had to feel the music in a more heightened way, especially in a huge venue like this. She had to escape into it. She had to let go in order to let her music go.
The act before hers was winding down, and she still wasn’t feeling much effect from the ecstasy. While the techs set up for her time slot, she broke one of the extra tablets in half and washed it down with lots of electrolyte water. The water didn’t taste so bad once you got used to it, and the electrolyte boost helped before a show. She stuck in her ear plugs and hopped up and down on her toes. A familiar floating feeling suffused her as the ecstasy began to take effect.
God, very nice. Nice shit. Rave Dave had come through for her, and it wasn’t too strong at all. Since she had two entire hours to party, she took the other half of the tablet when Ransom’s back was turned.
There, three pills was the perfect amount for a big gig like this. Now she was ready. Hell yeah. The festival field was packed. There were thousands of ravers swarming in front of the stage like ants on an anthill. Balls bounced in the air. Glow sticks waved and lights flashed in psychedelic patterns that made her heart sing. These were her people and this was her life, and she was going to surround them in sick beats until they were off their heads.
She looked to the side and saw Ransom standing at the top of the stage stairs. Not leaning, or sitting on the edge of the platform the way the techs sometimes did. He always stood straight and tall, and watched her just like a bodyguard would. She didn’t know why that made her feel so tingly and pleased. Maybe it was the ecstasy. She noticed him putting in his ear plugs, and thought she’d better put hers in too.
Oh, yeah. She had them in already. Ha.
At last they announced her. Gibberish, gibberish, gibberish, LADYYYY PARADIIIISE . The crowd went crazy and Lola felt warm and magical and radiant with love. She was Lady Paradise, and the Paradise groove was magnificent. She kicked in the first set of beats, watching the electronic tones dance in the air like fairies. One rhythm led to another, and to another, woven together with melodies she’d dreamed of her whole life. I love you, I love you, I love you. This was the acceptance she craved, the feeling of fitting in. All of this was love, and she incited her people to dance harder as strobe lights raked the crowd.
She felt so free when she was playing a set. All the notes she needed were programmed into her computers, and all the songs were at her fingertips. Sometimes she sampled other songs she liked, wound them into her own melodies until they twisted into new delights. No set was the same, and no song was the same, except the recorded versions her label distributed. She created the live music from her heart, so even the people who followed her across Europe from festival to festival heard new things at every show. You’re welcome. I fucking love you.
A photographer flitted around her as she played. She flashed him a smile and a peace sign. She couldn’t stop grinning. The thing about ecstasy was that it could make you feel all powerful, like the God of your own world. She tried to remember she wasn’t all powerful, but it
“All set?” he asked.
“All set.”
They returned to Ransom, who stood by the stage entrance looking out at the audience. “You ready for this?” he asked, turning back to her. “Biggest crowd yet.”
She detected a note of admiration in his voice. It made her feel good that he respected her work, but it also made her feel guilty. He was trying to psyche her up to do a sober show when she’d just pounded two doses of ecstasy.
She didn’t want to deceive him. It was just that he didn’t get it. He didn’t understand how the rave thing worked. She had to feel the music in a more heightened way, especially in a huge venue like this. She had to escape into it. She had to let go in order to let her music go.
The act before hers was winding down, and she still wasn’t feeling much effect from the ecstasy. While the techs set up for her time slot, she broke one of the extra tablets in half and washed it down with lots of electrolyte water. The water didn’t taste so bad once you got used to it, and the electrolyte boost helped before a show. She stuck in her ear plugs and hopped up and down on her toes. A familiar floating feeling suffused her as the ecstasy began to take effect.
God, very nice. Nice shit. Rave Dave had come through for her, and it wasn’t too strong at all. Since she had two entire hours to party, she took the other half of the tablet when Ransom’s back was turned.
There, three pills was the perfect amount for a big gig like this. Now she was ready. Hell yeah. The festival field was packed. There were thousands of ravers swarming in front of the stage like ants on an anthill. Balls bounced in the air. Glow sticks waved and lights flashed in psychedelic patterns that made her heart sing. These were her people and this was her life, and she was going to surround them in sick beats until they were off their heads.
She looked to the side and saw Ransom standing at the top of the stage stairs. Not leaning, or sitting on the edge of the platform the way the techs sometimes did. He always stood straight and tall, and watched her just like a bodyguard would. She didn’t know why that made her feel so tingly and pleased. Maybe it was the ecstasy. She noticed him putting in his ear plugs, and thought she’d better put hers in too.
Oh, yeah. She had them in already. Ha.
At last they announced her. Gibberish, gibberish, gibberish, LADYYYY PARADIIIISE . The crowd went crazy and Lola felt warm and magical and radiant with love. She was Lady Paradise, and the Paradise groove was magnificent. She kicked in the first set of beats, watching the electronic tones dance in the air like fairies. One rhythm led to another, and to another, woven together with melodies she’d dreamed of her whole life. I love you, I love you, I love you. This was the acceptance she craved, the feeling of fitting in. All of this was love, and she incited her people to dance harder as strobe lights raked the crowd.
She felt so free when she was playing a set. All the notes she needed were programmed into her computers, and all the songs were at her fingertips. Sometimes she sampled other songs she liked, wound them into her own melodies until they twisted into new delights. No set was the same, and no song was the same, except the recorded versions her label distributed. She created the live music from her heart, so even the people who followed her across Europe from festival to festival heard new things at every show. You’re welcome. I fucking love you.
A photographer flitted around her as she played. She flashed him a smile and a peace sign. She couldn’t stop grinning. The thing about ecstasy was that it could make you feel all powerful, like the God of your own world. She tried to remember she wasn’t all powerful, but it
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