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I cliuys to the will call booth to pick up rounds were packed to the bri around in soest outfits I’d ever seen Lots of face paint and costu from leather capes to tutus And ether into a tight braid Even the guys looked overwhel sweep, take it all in, and figure out where Titletrack is playing Sound good?" He looked atwas, Let’s distract Addie

"Sounds great," I said, atteliet here; the least I could do was try to enjoy it

Even with the costu, Electric Picnic started out fairly nores, food stands, eight billion porta-potties, kids screaer alked, the an to feel like I’d stepped into a carnival fun house

The first truly strange sight we stuht red double-decker bus angled into the ed in a ditch Next was a hu an entire band taking requests Then a trio of college-age guys ran by wearing muddy sumo wrestler costu thelittery tutu fastened around his waist

"Did that?" Ian asked as a man rode by on a bicycle made out of a piano

"I feel like I just fell down a rabbit hole," I said, wishing it were enough to distractin my pocket

The smell of cinnamon wafted over toward us, and Rowan sniffed the air "I’ry?"

"Me," I said, surprising myself Normally, when I was this upset, I had no appetite, but carnival food did sound good Plus, les could be cured with butter and sugar I illing to give it a try

"You guys go ahead and eat," Ian offered, pulling his notebook out of his backpack "I’ on See if I can get so?" I asked

"Nah Meet you back here," Ian hollered, taking off, he and hisin with the herd of music lovers

Rowan and I wandered the food trucks, finally settling on a waffle truck that put my waffle atteian waffle drizzled with a mixture of white and dark chocolate--and Rowan ordered the Flying Pig, a corave; time, and when it was finally ready, we posted up at a mostly erateful for Most people would probably try to talk , but not Rowan; he just sat next tome bites of bacon By the ti to look worn-out, the edges of the sky taking on a gold hue

I druers on the table "Where is he?"