THE BASS dropped.
The strobes flashed.
Whop. Fiish. Whop. Fiish. Wh wh w-w-w-wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
The track soared, a wave standing tall. Everybody now dancing, peaking - DOOF - duda - DOOF - duda - DOOF - lights pulsing, pure white exploding.
The entire Trance Zone seared, thousands upon thousands flash frozen in euphoria under glittering slopes of rain: bent limbs and grins and grimaces and shrieks and howls and smirks and smooches and tears.
The emotion of it all pounding into us, and in, and in, until wounded and mighty we were roaring at the top of our lungs. Roaring. Roaring. Our cry reaching up and out to traverse the zone and the very heavens themselves until everywhere, everyone wailed. It was five to midnight and magic as nothing I'd ever experienced before.
Slowly the track faded. The lights died. The hum of the crowd filled the void, until this too dissolved. Quiet. Wet. Cold. Then a voice. Echoing across the zone.
- We all took it up,
- Everybody yelling,
- Everyone ecstatic,
- An eruption ripping through the cauldron,
HAPPY NEW YEARS!
We closed for backslaps and handshakes, we closed for hugs and kisses, we closed with friends and strangers alike, all family now. A Putatara called. An undulating voice in Maori called the 2000s in. Fireworks wrote their tracery across the sky.
Long and lasting, light-filled minutes.
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