The Grand Return of Concerts Has Been Cathartic, and I Will Never Take Them for Granted Again

Lights suddenly darken. Curtain slowly lifts. Twelve thousand screams crescendo as souls find their voices again. Bass notes echo through speakers, blurring the space between me and the crowd of buzzing bodies beside. A pulsing beat injects my veins with electric adrenaline, overtaking my chest until my arms have nowhere to go but up, bouncing on my feet like the ground beneath is lava. Author: Megan Wray Category: SELF Listen to the full story, or read it online - also available in Easy Read. For more Self-related stories, head to https://www.thespillmag.com/self