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I’m ready for the festival. I have a purple tracksuit and a silver tank top. I have fresh new silver sneaks. And I have a bucket hat that cycles through colors in time with the music. Everyone is a star at the festival, but I’m going to shine very brightly!

I run to the festival venue in my purple tracksuit and see countless people in the crowd, all waving their phones to the music of the guitarist on the stage. My bucket hat changes colors in response to the music, making me stand out among the crowd. The guitarist notices me.

“Alright, this next song goes out to the guy with hat,” he says, locking eyes with me. “It’s called ‘We’ve got a score to settle.’” The crowd cheers as the guitarist begins shredding some super complex riffs, and my hat, now cycling through the full spectrum of colors, slowly

rotates on my noggin like a carousel. I grab the brim to make it stop, but it won't. In fact, it spins me with it. Soon I am gyrating with the rest of the concert crowd, just not of my own volition. Is this the score the guitarist promised to settle? "Help!" I cry, but the music

was way too powerful. We all kept spinning through the entire guitar solo, which seemed to drag on longer than Freebird. At the very end of the song we all flew into space due to the rotational velocity. We each became a spiral galaxy. At first I felt sad but I accept it now.