Hello everyone!!! My name is Martina and I am an eighteen-year-old girl, thanks to that platypus of my brother I discovered this site and I decided to sign up too! This is my first review and I hope we'll become reaaaally good friends!
So, people, it seems like a nice place here, and I see that many of you have really liked the One Direction, but you've trashed the king of the console David Guetta! Oh no no no! He's the one who makes my blood boil, makes me go wild like a tarantula, with his beats UH! UH! Every now and then I blast it in my room, and listening to him while looking at the Justin Bieber poster makes me TOTALLY THRILLED guys! When I click "stop" I hear my brother yelling something at me, but luckily I don't understand otherwise I think I'd burst into tears. But what can he understand, with his devilish Metal?
Well, guys, the fact is that this DJ from another planet came to play on August 3, 2013, in Lignano, at the Teghil arena, which for him must be a pit of H (don't be vulgar, Martina!). My girlfriends and I were literally hyped and we decided to go and get his TUNZ TUNZ in the belly; packed lunches and off to the beach (my brother wished me not to come back, but whatever)! After a nice day at the beach, where there were hunks that started giving me naughty thoughts and where we gossiped and chatted- but the sand was hot, ugh!- around 7 PM we headed to the stadium. Two of my friends had boyfriends and in their eyes, I saw the sin of gluttony, which is quite a nice sin (hee hee) and I hoped to have a crazy night myself.
What a boreeee the queue guys, but at least I met some people I knew among my two thousand friends on Facebook. There were people dancing, shaking their hips outside, beer, tattoos! What a place of sin! Wooo-OOOH! Inside there was a large grassy field and even bleachers, while someone I later found out was named Dany T blasted devastating Techno. UUH, my ears hurt! My brother and his bands came to mind...Napalm something, Saffochescion...I had to put my hands over my ears, I was stunned! And the others laughed at me! Go on too, BITCHES! But David wasn't anything like that guy!
With the darkness, after a while, the master of the console arrived. The space was filled and there was a ton of smartphones lighting up the night: they reminded me of matches!! There was a liberating scream that I joined as well, and the Frenchman - nice physique, I must say! Whooo - appeared about ten meters in the air, ready to dominate us like slaves of his disco music! Yesss! Holy cow, what a night! There was a beastly thirst and the shirtless torsos were jostling to move up in the line in front of the kiosks, and then furry and slithery bodies touched me making me blush down there (how embarrassing!), David was inciting the crowd and blasting them with lights, lasers, machine guns, visuals! WHAT STUFF!!! My stocky Latin teacher had talked about bacchanals, but this was better! I felt the sweat pouring, the male hormones in the air, the music of "When Love Takes Over" got inside me, enslaving me, putting a foot on my head like the police, and Guetta made us sing the chorus! The more we went on the crazier it was, there were frantic kids, climbing onto another's shoulders, tumbling over, making out, and David, darn, was relentless, with those beats that gut you, and someone was shouting "Stop, stop!" and he was mean, had a satanic grin and continued, he was possessed too. Damn! And I didn't even have my rosary with me! In the end, there was a rain of confetti- lovely! Like at carnival- and the encore of the immortal "Play Hard," welcomed by an uproar of shredded throats. And right there a nice mohawk rooster approached me, and we intertwined. CRAZY PEOPLE! THIS IS HAPPINESS!
At half-past one, after that adventure, we returned to the car all soaked and giggling. Someone was still playing the DJ's music on the phone, and others answered: "Enough already, damn it!" But what foul-mouthed! How annoying! Like my hunchback brother, darn it. I wasn't feeling very well, I was staggering a bit, had ringing in my head and had to support a drunken friend who was babbling and vomiting on others. No, you don't do it like that! The ride home was also very pleasant; in the car, we blasted the Swedish House Mafia, because we wanted to keep causing a ruckus, and Giusi, completely dazed, took two wrong turns, but so what! In short, a memorable experience, one to have at least once in a lifetime! YEEEH!
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