Wide eyes and a deep inhale, we breathe in air of Convention. You can smell dusty vintage, plastic of brand new, sweat, perfume, energy drinks and popcorn. The sounds of a thousand voices mingle together to form a static buzz that floats in the air pumping you up with excitement.
I actually told her my views on style and clothes that night. I worded it as such; “You can wear whatever you want as long as you believe it is you, then you shall own it and it shall be yours.”