Tell Your Friends [Martin Garrix]

Chapter 3 | ✓

It's time.

Five minutes to eleven. Five minutes until the last set and then the afterparty.

To be honest, I am very eager to see Martin Garrix in real life. Firstly, bacause he released some good music recently. Secondly, he has achieved a lot and he is the same age as me.

The intro is freaking epic. He plays one good song, after another. It's like he knows what the crowd wants, because everything he does is the right thing to do.

I jump to the beats, putting my hands up. The tiredness from the other 7 hours got erased by adrenaline. As well as that, I am pretty surprised that I don't feel any worry or anxiety coming up. All I feel is this warm and happy feeling at the bottom of my stomach.

It's pumping through my body, a drug. I can't stop singing to the songs that I know, and trying to figure out the words for some new songs. Martin is crazy, just like we are. It's not like he is somewhere else, controlling everything, but with us, dancing on stage. He is with us, feeling what we are feeling.

Sweat is running down my forehead, but I just wipe it off with my hand. It's boiling in the crowd. Everyone just became one single radiator, heating up the surroundings.

Martin finishes and I feel little pangs of despair appearing. Today has ended for everyone, but not for me.

They told me that the gathering point for VIP backstage party is right at the back of the main arena. It's a good thing that I don't have to walk a long way because my feet are literally dead from non-stop standing and dancing.

Members of the staff are waiting for us, all wearing Ultra t-shirts. About 50 people come and everyone is sat in long buggies, like they use on a golf course.

Although the main event has ended, everyone is buzzing with amusement - we are going to a backstage party, organised just for us. And the rest are going to be DJs.

The driver drives us up to this specially-built hall. The music is already playing inside and lights are shining through the little windows. Everything looks perfect and I secretly hope, that it will actually be just what I was expecting.

I enter the hall and get the vibes straight away. The only thing that I can use to describe it is - sick. This word is stuck in my brain for no reason, however it totally describes everything at Ultra.

There are high tables closer to the walls and a big bar with drinks. I am 19, so I am not allowed to drink, even though I have tried it a lot of times illegally with my friends. Fake IDs always worked for me, but I don't want to ruin it at Ultra.

I am so tired, that I can't even stand, let alone dance. I find a chair and sit on it, observing the people and famous DJs passing by.

This can't be real. 

I ask for some selfies and always get a positive yes with a smile. I, now have a collection of selfies with Julian Jordan and Kaskade. All of them are so funny and friendly, that it makes my heart melt. With friends like mine, I didn't need enemies and I never knew, that people can be so friendly. 

I inhale the smoke, coming from a nearby couple. I can't stand it, I have to get a cigarette. It's been more than 48 hours of me not drinking or even smoking one cigarette. It's getting harder to bear with every second.

The smoke is so familiar.

I wish I had never took that cigarette in an abandoned house, the consequences are too bad.I close my eyes with my hands, rubbing them viciously. I try to keep these thoughts away, but they always come back, because I am too weak to hold them back.