This was my second year at Firefly Music Festival, my first time camping all four days and my fourth music festival overall. The line-up was exciting and the opportunity for a new experience was even more exciting. I had an open mind when it came to camping, and I was ready to brave the elements and all the drama that came with camping with my friends. I also entered the festival with the mind of a writer. I was looking for something to write about. The first thing that comes to mind is, of course, the music, like maybe some personal reviews. Then there's the food, but there's no way I had enough money to review more than chicken tenders. So I decided to let the festival take control.

I'll never forget the feeling of the bass in your chest as you stand in the field of a music festival. Ever since my first festival in 2016, that is the feeling I crave when thinking about live music. At Firefly, I was looking for more to write about and I did. Throughout the four days, almost every artist I saw professed their love for Firefly and claimed they had never been anywhere like it. Lil' Wayne talked about how he'd never had a sign language translator at one of his concerts, something neither of us knew existed. Foster the People gave a long speech about music uniting us between all races, genders, religions, and sexual identities. Everyone in the crowd cheered, really just driving home that fact.