Walking into the venue felt like entering a secret society of weirdos and dreamers. The air was thick with anticipation and the smell of glitter.
You saw people in flower crowns next to folks in leather jackets, all buzzing with the same weird energy. It was like everyone had decided to dress up for a friend’s very dramatic, ancient-Greek-themed wedding.
When the Lights Went Down
The moment the lights dimmed, a collective shiver went through the crowd. It wasn’t just quiet—it was a hush, the kind you get before a wave crashes.
Then, out she came. Not walking, but sort of apparating, barefoot and draped in fabric that looked like it was alive. Honestly, she didn’t look like a rockstar; she looked like a high priestess who accidentally wandered into the O2 Arena.
