Gemotions

The sports stadium loomed large, a concrete behemoth. His friend, Ben, had somehow managed to rent it out. A live concert was in progress. Thousands of screaming fans filled the seats. The sheer magnitude of the thing was hard to comprehend. His own small gathering felt... insignificant.

He stood near the entrance, transfixed, listening to the roar of the crowd. It was an almost physical force, pushing and pulling at him. The music vibrated in his chest. His hands were clenched.

His phone buzzed. It was a text from Ben: "Dude, where are you?! You're missing it!" He hesitated, then took a deep breath, and started walking in.