After a grueling 11-hour drive, you finally arrive. The field is packed with cars haphazardly sardined next to one another.
It hasn’t rained in over a week, yet the makeshift parking lots are inexplicably muddy.
You park, and though it takes 30 minutes, you arrive at the music festival.
It’s fenced in, as you’d expect, and just like every other music festival it has a group of guards screening guests and searching through their bags.
A large sign, in all capitals, reads “NO RECORDING EQUIPMENT BEYOND THIS POINT!”.
Occasionally someone has to get out of line and walk back to their vehicle; likely to put their cameras back inside their car.
However unlike most music festivals you’ve attended, this one doesn’t have any tickets. It’s completely free to enter. You get to the front, musing at the novelty of a free, three-day party.
You enter the park, and see crowds bustling this way and that, with large production stages erected in the background.
You leave the park. Wait, what? You look around confused, and see that a majority of the rest of the attendees are equally as confused.
However a large minority of the festival goers line in front of a large booth with a sign above it that reads “MEMORIES: $45″
“Step right up, and bring your wallets to purchase the memories of this event! Did you have the time of your life? Did you meet your future wife?
What sorts of adventures, or misadventures, did you get into this weekend?
Find out now, when you purchase the memories of your stay! Act now, and get five dollars off our premium ‘photo-detail memory’ package!
Remember the festival, down to every mud covered blade of grass and every salty-sour sweaty smell!”
You sigh. Well, it was a free festival, so you can’t exactly be mad. You pull out your wallet, and step in line.