Originally Posted by
sodascouts
I just realized I never put up my dream from the other day! It wasn't hot like Zelda's, but hey, maybe you'll find it interesting!
In my dream, the whole gang going to Glenn Frey concerts with me was involved, regardless whether or not we are actually traveling together. This is because we ARE all traveling together in the dream, riding in my car! It's a glorious Border road trip! Oddly, also coming along were two friends that often join me on Fleetwood Mac trips, Kristin and Tiffany. Although it was impossible to fit us all into my Honda Accord, somehow, it was done. (The magic of dreams!)
The dream starts off with us all pulling into a gas station and my friend Kristin using her card to pay for the gas, telling us she'll keep the receipt and we''ll divide all the costs up in the end. "Good, I'm glad you're doing that," I say, relieved that I don't have to worry about it.
We go into the first Glenn Frey show, but we are sitting far back. We're a bit worried that we won't be able to see Glenn well - but then, instead of Glenn coming out - a screen is dropped and Glenn is projected onto it. Apparently he is performing elsewhere and we will be watching it on the screen rather than really seeing him!
We're all amazed. They didn't say anything about this on the ticket! But hey, we're going to other shows; surely this won't happen again.
We go the next show. We're first row this time, and excited - but the screen lowers again and almost hits us! We actually have to move back to the third row to see the screen without craning our necks. There are people sitting there, but we tell them we'll trade our first row seats with theirs and they foolishly agree. I'm hoping they won't come back after they realize they've been suckered.
"How hard does this suck?!!!" I find myself saying. Everyone agrees.
I decide I'll demand answers. I head towards the backstage area. Somebody needs to explain this screen deal.
There is no one around - no guards, no barriers. Right inside the curtain that separates the backstage, there is a stool with a lot of papers on it. I'm in the process of passing it when I hear a familiar voice say "Where are my lyrics? I've lost my lyrics!" It's Don Henley!
As I turn around to see him, he exclaims, "They're on the stool! Nobody touch them!"
"I'll help you Don!" I say and turn towards the stool again, shuffling through the papers.
"No... wait....I want to look myself! I don't want anyone seeing those!" Don protests, hurrying towards me. I pretend not to hear him because I really want to see those lyrics! How cool would it be to see unreleased lyrics? I could just glance over them quickly before handing them to Don... what harm could that do?
Just as I reach a legal pad that looks suspiciously like it has lyrics on it, Don reaches the stool. Instead of grabbing the lyrics from me, he says sternly, "Nancy, do not read the lyrics. Move away from the stool right now."
"Well, if you put it that way," I say in a pouty voice, moving away reluctantly.
He looks at me and says, "I know you. You have to be outright ordered to do something before you'll do it."
Then he suddenly grins at me. I realize that despite it all, he's not actually mad at me. In fact, as he passes me and gets his lyrics, he's chuckling. "You're such a fangirl." I'm flooded with relief and warm feelings, lol. I'm proud to be a fangirl!
This little episode distracts me from my purpose, as I run back to tell everyone that Don Henley's here! Unfortunately, everyone seems more concerned about the fact that I didn't find out about the screen issue. I go back and find Don again.
"Hey, what's up with these screens?" I ask him.
"This is the last one. The next show won't have a screen," he replies.
"Great, thanks!" I go back to the gang and everyone is satisfied. We try to enjoy the screen-show. It has nice close-ups of Glenn, but the quality is grainy and dark. In fact, it looks exactly like the last concert's show, and I wonder if they aren't just replaying the film. Thank goodness the next show won't be like this!
We all get into the car again and go to another gas station. Kristin once again pays, lol.
The final show is here! We all have great seats and run in, eager to finally have a real show. Sure enough, Glenn comes out himself and before he starts, says, "Sorry about those screens. It was a venue thing." He gives that charming smile of his.
Of course he is instantly forgiven and we're all on our feet, applauding.
Then I woke up!
