Dear Creamfields rave girl, we hardly knew you. Actually, we only knew you for 25 seconds before you were trampled by a savage mosh pit. But I do know that you left us far too soon. What was your name? What were your dreams? What possessed you to enter that open area at the Creamfield EDM festival right as the bass was about to drop? How does it feel to be a human pancake?
R.I.P. Creamfields rave girl. I’ll drop some molly on the ground to honor your life.