eedy for events where we don’t know how to pronounce either the name of
the place or the artist performing but knowing that we’d never forget their names again.
Needy to witness the kind of talent that makes goosebumps a permanent component in our bodies anatomy.
Needy for late nights with an indefinable track playing; of what sounds like an explosion on repeat and feels like bursting our eardrums.
Needy for lukewarm drinks in reused cups with our names on them and a tear in the rip that cuts our lips in just the right way.
Needy for a floor, but not floor as in the lame overused term, but also a little bit floor as in the lame overworked term.
Needy for a place to meet the people with quirks that make us envious.
Needy for the rich conversations that only occur when they aren’t planned, with people worth journaling about.
Needy for cultural impressions that imprints as core memories.
But also a story about four girls who got their needs met, by creating TEMA:
