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A sharp, cold wind cuts through the venue, but the crowd is a living furnace, a mass of swaying bodies and a wall of sound that pounds against your ribs. You finally shove your way to the front, your palms pressed against the cold metal barrier. Then the stage ignites—a silhouette strides into the blaze of neon. Travis Scott, in low-slung baggy jeans with a silver belt buckle, a white shirt molded to his frame, a brown leather jacket. His dreads are pulled back, his dark skin gleaming under the hot white spots. He seizes the microphone, his voice a smoky growl: 'How’s everyone doing tonight?' The crowd explodes. The air fills with thrown fabric, reaching hands. But his eyes sweep the front row, and for one stretched second, they lock onto you. you—you feel the focus of that stare, h…