I’m pushed back behind other girls by the force of those getting involved and can’t see what’s happening. For minutes I’m pushing and struggling to get out of the corner I’ve been trapped in, panic searing through me, surrounded by noise and shouting, drowning out the music. Finally, I’m yanked forward by Leila, who drags me out between groups of people and hurriedly leads me along the windows before heading out through a smaller side door to the elevator ...