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The memory flickers, a neon-drenched haze of pulsing bass and the collective euphoria of a Brooklyn Mirage crowd. It was a legendary night, the kind you hear whispered about in hushed tones at afterparties, a night dominated by the irresistible groove of John Summit. Everything seemed to be perfectly aligned: the weather was balmy, the sound system was an absolute beast, and the energy radiating from the dance floor was palpable. In the throes of the moment, swept away by the music and the atmosphere, I did something… unconventional, let’s say. I found myself, in a moment of absolute abandon and perhaps a touch too much of something else, in a position I won’t fully elaborate on. The specifics are, well, blurry. But the aftermath is crystal clear, and it involves a particularly disappointing souvenir.

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The feeling of the moment was intoxicating. The music wrapped around me, consuming me, allowing inhibitions to dissolve. I recall the rhythmic pounding of the bass, the dazzling light show, and the overwhelming feeling of being part of something bigger than myself. John Summit, perched high above the throngs, was a god, conducting the symphony of sound and light. The air thrummed with a collective energy, a shared experience that transcended words. Everything felt possible, every impulse embraced. In this chaotic, beautiful whirlwind, decisions were made that, in retrospect, might have benefited from a second thought or two. But that’s the magic, isn’t it? The impulsive nature of a perfect night.

The next morning, the haze of the previous night began to clear, and reality, as it always does, came crashing back in. Along with the familiar headache and the lingering scent of stale beer, a wave of mortification washed over me. The details of the previous night slowly resurfaced, pieced together from fragmented memories and the knowing glances of my friends. Let’s just say the phrase “under the DJ booth” had taken on a new, potentially embarrassing meaning in my lexicon. I was simultaneously exhilarated and terrified. It was an experience that would undoubtedly be recounted, embellished, and passed down through the annals of our friend group.

As the initial shock subsided, I turned my attention to the physical remnants of the night. The standard casualties of a night out – lost phone, scattered makeup, and a torn piece of clothing. Then, I saw it. A small, unassuming package on my bed. Inside, carefully folded, was a brand new T-shirt. Not the one I’d have proudly worn, showcasing my devotion to the man who orchestrated the perfect night. Nor a souvenir that marked a pivotal moment. But what I was given was a generic souvenir: a t-shirt with the event logo and a generic design.

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