Adrenaline

Fists flying and legs failing, someone slams into you from behind and you and the rest of the crowd surge forward smashing into whichever unlucky souls are in front of you. At this battering ram rate you'll make it to the front in no time. Thankfully you can't feel your toes as they've already been trampled and stomped on past the point of pain, so jumping up and down isn't a problem. Or at least it wasn't until another surge of screaming, sweating, fighting, kicking, yelling people pushes forward and hits you mid--air. You slam into a few more unfortunate people and your body is squeezed past a few others. You've never been so close to so many strangers in your life, all sweating, screaming lyrics just as loud as you.

A black eye, a swollen lip, a few swollen toes, and 30 minutes later you emerge from the crowd stumbling. Adrenaline still pumping in your veins. And you look at your friend and smile. Them pits never get old.