Then he spoke, his voice rough with emotion. “Tomorrowland… I’m not here because I have to be. I’m here because I need to be. Music saved my life. And you… you are the reason.”
Hardwell looked out at the crowd still chanting his name. He took a long, slow breath. For the first time in years, it didn’t feel like pressure. It felt like air. tomorrowland hardwell
Midway through the set, the screens showed a live feed of his face. He wasn’t smiling the polished, professional smile of the old Hardwell. He was sweating. Grinning. For a moment, he looked down at his hands on the mixer, then back up at the audience, and his eyes were wet. He pressed the mic to his lips. Then he spoke, his voice rough with emotion
The speakers exploded with the opening synth of his new, unheard track: “The Return.” Music saved my life