I was at Bassnectar in downtown Miami when it happened. I had made the rookie mistake of wearing pants to an outdoor show in the Miami heat. In a bathroom stall, I tactically redesigned my outfit — turning my hip scarf into a sarong and my psychedelic headband into a tube top. My blue and purple yarn dreads (crafted by Costume Goddess Carmen Katz) were suffocating me, so I heaped them on top of my head with a handful of rubber bands for relief. Then I saw her — a girl creating the most beautiful rainbows with a fiber optic whip. It shimmered like a magical tail, with a sleek…