for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Galaxy and the limit, 92 words.
Did I sleep? Don’t know, I’m too excited. I crawl from my tent.
Thousands of people are laughing, wandering about. Some sit, head in hands, vowing never to drink again!
It’s starting to rain. We cheer! The ground’s turning to mud. What’s a festival without mud?
The crowd’s moving towards the arena where a galaxy of stars awaits. Guitars are being tuned, drums bashed, mikes checked! One-two-testing, one-two-one-two!
Almost there. Ready?
Suddenly the sheer volume is mindblowing. I’m swaying, swinging, spinning, singing. I look stupid! I don’t care. Nobody cares!
Festival … enjoy!