Around this time last year I went to my first rave in twenty years. After a serendipitous moment, I found out about a great trance night at a club in the city where I lived (Gatecrasher; Sheffield). I went alone, parking in a posh carpark nearby (sensible) knowing I was only drinking water. I drank a smoothie with Guarana powder in it before I left (a fruit with lots of caffeine) and took some Maca tablets with me to keep me going (a South American turnip) which I amusingly had to smuggle into the club even though they’re completely legal. I wasn’t taking the whole packet with me to read to the door staff. That would not have been cool. So I found another way of getting them in 😉 I was nervous with excitement and anticipation of the night ahead. I just wanted to dance with other people, hear them whistle and whoop with enthusiasm, get into the beats and feel the power of being free in my body. It was amazing. After no trance for years, all of a sudden I was listening to Ferry Corsten, Standerwick and Scott Bond. All of a sudden I’m 19 again and dancing my ass off for seven straight hours. After an epic 25km of dancing (Smartphones these days hey 😄) I felt totally satisfied and smiley. I even met some fellow dancers along the way who said I had the aura of an angel (they were wasted but I’m totally taking that compliment!). It was a bit weird, being around really drunk people but I ignored all the silly stuff and just went for it, using my dancing arms to help keep distance 🤩 It rekindled my love for the dance. It reminded me that even though my legs and body can give me a tough time, when I put trance music on, everything melts away as I soar into inspiring and uplifting melodic beats. I love trance ❤️ 💃🧚♀️ *Disclaimer - I always wear earplugs when listening to extremely loud music.