Exit Reality, Enter TomorrowWorld

When my boss told me I was being sent to Chattahoochee Hills, Georgia to cover TomorrowWorld 2015, my brain couldn’t work fast enough to give any response other than, “Me? Really?”

Electronic dance music is one of those genres of music with a reputation. Everyone has an image in their heads of the prototypical EDM festival-goers: they’re in their early-to-mid twenties, wearing neon and flower crowns, dancing with no abandon.

That’s not exactly me. I’m more acoustic guitar, less bass drop. To the point where, in telling my friends that I was covering the biggest EDM festival in the US, I got the same reaction across the board: “You? Really?”

Armed with that arsenal of glowing support, I hopped in a cab to JFK Airport absolutely terrified that I was going to stick out like a sore thumb in the TomorrowWorld crowd. Was I going to look like a narc? I immediately regretted not hitting up the craft store to fashion my very own flower crown.

The nerves kept bubbling up throughout the flight to Georgia, and in the car with the Elite Daily crew as we drove out to the festival. The city scape of Atlanta transformed into farmland in the blink of an eye. I had read that TomorrowWorld USA takes place in a magical forest location, but I didn’t realize that was the first step in a total break from reality.