I had the nightmare of nightmares for all who have ever performed in community theater: I dreamt I was in a show but didn't realize I was in a show, hadn't even picked up the script... until we're about to go on stage.
I didn't even know what the show was so I couldn't even begin to fake it. But, just like those dreams where you think you're falling to your death, I woke up just before they raised the curtain.
I hate those dreams.
I also hate the one where I'm still on the radio and can't find anything to play after my record ends. I can't find any carts, stray 45s, anything else, in the studio to play that is long enough to allow me to trek to the music library to find another record to play. An absolute feeling of dread. Both of those are high pressure horror stories. -B
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