Waking Up Is Overrated

I arrived late to the Nina Simone concert. I had front row seats at the far right side of the concert hall, although I don’t remember whether I was indoors or outdoors. The group of acquaintances i was meeting, and their seating arrangement on the table were both equally peculiar. I had to have some of these people move over in order to be seated next to friends i actually gave a crap about. One of whom was a guy i couldn’t stand, and the other was this girl wearing glasses I didn’t recognize, who was studying off a biology book for some reason. Weird. I had to turn my seat in order to face the stage…

… And there I was, facing the high priestess of soul. She was alone on stage, seated at a grand piano. She seemed perplexed. She was definitely provocative. She didn’t look like the pictures of her i had seen but I didn’t care. She was 5 meters away, and she was staring at me as if studying the expression of awe on my face. The amps weren’t working as she started to play “My man’s gone now”. That’s when I woke up.

I would seriously pay the full front row ticket price to see that dream through.