There was some sort of music festival going on..a long string of concerts with really good bands. I was there with someone, but Matthew, Shana, and Jaime were also coming to be there, so I was really excited. We were sitting in some USDANlike ampetheatre, and I kept looking around for them. Finally I targeted all three of them. Once the current thing was done, I jumped up to find Matthew. I lost him in the crowd though, and ran into Shana instead. I pounced on her for a hug, then turned to Jaime. I introduced himself and he said a shy hello, then I hugged him too. Shana told me Matthew had gone out front to wait for me, so I dashed out. I ran along the side of the building, desperately looking for him. There he was with a group of goths, smoking of all things! Since he was smoking I sort of wondered if it was him as I pounced on him. I took the cigarrette and stole a drag, then flung it away as we clung to eachother. He spun me around in a circle, and I laughed as someone else said, “Hey Matthew, I thought you don’t drink or smoke.” “I don’t,” he said as he burried his face in my hair. I aligned myself so that I was clinging to his arm, positively grinning.

I could feel myself slipping back into consciousness. It wasn’t Matthew’s arm I was clinging to, it was Mongoose. NO NO NO NO! I screamed. LET ME SLEEP LET ME SLEEP LET ME SLEEP PLEASE DON’T LET THIS DREAM END.

I drifted back, and I was opening for Mindless Self Indulgence. I was involved in some bad viola duet, kind of posing as a cheap Rasputina. The girl I was playing with sucked though, and we ran out of material fast. The crowd seemed to like my quirkiness, so I stayed up there for a bit. I started spitting out random pieces of music I’ve memorized over the years, and this wowed the crowd for some reason. Finally my time to be on stage was done with, so I closed my act and walked off. As I walked to my dressing room, I saw something that resembled the Chorus room in Ward Melville and stopped. Mister Gelfer was inside. “Gelfer?” I asked incredulously. “They aren’t ready yet!” “What?” I asked again, so confused. “MSI isn’t ready yet, you have to go back out.

By that time the crowd was all anxious for MSI. The lights were dimmed and the strobe light was flickering, and the fans were on the verge of throwing themselves into a mosh. I wandered back out. “Sorry! Sorry! I’m not them!” I expected to be killed. The people settled down though. I told them MSI wasn’t ready yet so they were stuck with me for a bit longer. They cheered. I sang a couple songs and finally MSI was ready. I scurried away to find Matthew backstage. He was waiting for me in the chorus room, his back up against the wall. I curled my fingers into his and we kissed..and we raced out to find our seats.

Matthew was the one who had bought our tickets, and damn had he done good. We were in the third row right by the isle, which had a lot of room for Jimmy to come down and mess with the crowd. He sang a song, then all of a sudden this giant crowd started to file in. So he waited for them to all find his seats. Some boy behind us started singing a parody version of Like a Virgin, and Jimmy heard him. He jumped down to learn the lyrics to the song, and for some reason Blind Guardian’s Mr. Sandman started playing. So I started singing along, serenading Matthew. Jimmy noticed and came over. “Aww! She knows all the words!” he said, petting me. I stood on my chair so I was the same height as him, and took his face in my hands. I sang the song to him and he smiled at me gleefully. When it switched to the harder, metal part I jumped from the seat and starting moshing in a circle around him. The crowd cheered and Jimmy looked delighted. He was taking my hand, he was bringing me up on stage..

I woke up hating myself for ever, ever waking up.