Sweat drips down your forehead from the heat of 50,000 bodies all around, compressing you into a tight area where your hands can hardly move. An arm raises and a hairy armpit is shoved in your face, the sweat mixing with your own. In the heat of the night, you wait in anticipation.
The second headliner Eminem walks on stage, your body sways with others' in excitement. The soup of sweat is all worth it for that moment as you, and everyone around you, belts out every single word of "8 Mile."