1997, I was 16 yo at the time, a city of ~200k ppl. All the Goa parties were considered a success if they had like 50 ppl,and I used to go alone. You couldn't find a lot of ppl at my age, in my city, listening to Goa. So no friends to share that experience.
But one night, dancing at the sounds of Johann - Stranded (Delta rmx), there she was, the black sheep of my class. The girl with the strange haircut, full of piercing, that she didn't talk to anyone (or anyone talked to her). Shared a bottle of water, talked, one of the few ppl that didn't do drugs or drink (contrary to what we thought at school), just enjoyed the music.
And now I had a friend to go to the parties.