Night one of EDC is done, my ears are still ringing, and the wristband stays on until Sunday — that's the rule. Day two can wait a few more hours; come keep me up.
Night one of EDC is done, my ears are still ringing, and the wristband stays on until Sunday — that's the rule. Day two can wait a few more hours; come keep me up.
New wristband on, glitter embargo officially over — night one in Orlando and I'm walking out the door in ten. Come find me at the rail before the crowd does.
Glitter's finally gone and then EDC Orlando goes and drops its lineup two days out. The costume may be retired but I'm clearly not — talk me into booking it.
Still finding glitter in places glitter has no business being, and the costume is officially retired for the year. Come dig through the wreckage with me.
Made it out of the afterparty alive and the horns finally came off at the door. Glitter on everything, gates closed for another year — come tell me it was worth it.
Final fitting done, gates open in a few hours, and this is the version going through them — mesh, horns, no negotiations left. Come find me in the crowd before the bass does.
For once I'm ready early — everything's done except the part I actually wear. Come be my excuse to stay in the room a little longer.
Set times dropped and midnight is a coin toss between two closing sets — I've got one body and both stages want it. Pick for me before the gates do.
Bags packed, horns packed, and Escape is one flight away — tonight the costume's still on the bed and I'm not. One night in this hotel left before the gates open. Come keep me company till the alarm goes.
Escape Psycho Circus has me doing the one-bag test and the duffel is winning. The mesh made the cut, the rest is negotiable. Tell me what I forgot.