
01/08/2025
Two nights. Countless voices. One soul still glitching.
I could write a novel (and probably will), but for now â just this.
Night 1 was pure magic. Being section leader for the tifo? Unreal. Seeing it come to life? Literal chills. I had to throw away my sign that night, but it was still everything. The energy, the people, the love from Stays â yâall donât just cheer, you carry.
To the ones who gave freebies: I still donât have words big enough. You deserved more than a whispered thank you.
Then came night 2. Fosse. Chaos. Tears. âCover Meâ broke me â in the best way.
saw my second sign during Lonely St. and my entire soul just⊠shut down and rebooted.
No voice left. Still hasnât come back. Itâs Friday. Worth it.
To the dancers, the musicians, the 8 legends on stage: you donât just perform. You rewrite reality.
Thank you, .
For the noise, the silence, the glitch, the light.
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