NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM.
It’s hard to have school pride when, despite going to one of the best universities, everything beyond the actual learning sucks. After Colorado legalized marijuana, there was a suspicious spike in applications and general interest for the University of Colorado Colorado Springs, but the excitement died once the accepted students settled in and…well. When the biggest pull of the University is a state pot regulation and a thirst to let loose without the parents, people start to find out very quickly that there is little to nothing else to do there. The displeasure was voiced and after an arduous process and all too long negotiations that spanned nearly the whole school year trying to figure out logistics, a deal was struck to breathe some life back into moral.
The school had long ago acquired an old lodging resort that went defunct, that doubled as a camp during the summer months with the intent to use it for campus expansion. Since, they’d realized that given the location, it was a high improbability but that didn’t mean it was wasted. Parties — er, spirit building events — retreats even, and music were among the main requests of the students and … finally they were able to reach an understanding. Sacrifice one summer, clean it up, bring it back up to code and use that abundance of elbow grease to make it sparkle and shine; and get the opportunity of alifetime.
Create something special, incredible. With sponsorship, they could easily rope in a few headliners and guests; create a music festival in the heart of the Midwest, not just for the students, but the surrounding area to help settle the costs. Not only would those involved in the revive get name recognition as one of the creators and the glory to come with it, they’d get honorary passes for as long as the festival continued, a red carpet welcome; essentially becoming UCCS royalty. It was a fair trade off. As it was, the old camp ground was decrepit and hadn’t seen actual people — er, campers or skiers for over fifty years. The buildings were full of mice, falling apart and due for repair. But that was the deal.
Fix it and then party. They had a budget that would allow at least two full days of acts, and that was without sponsors, which were still in the works. Food trucks from all over the states could come, and everything else would follow. This had the potential to be the Midwest Coachella! Not to mention, it would offer yet another thing to add to future resumes, something that would look impressive, no?
At least that was the hope. No one that remained within the faculty knew why exactly the school had all this land sitting around untouched, and anyone that did was long gone. A legend or two had found life once upon a time, but no one knew really, no one spoke of it.
So, with two months ahead and a lot of work to do, and summer officially started; shuttles dropped everyone and everything off with a purpose to renew. Of course not everyone that signed up had intent on lifting a finger. After all, University kids and no supervision seemed like a really good excuse to party the summer away.
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