So last night, I had a really odd dream. That isn't unusual for me, but I have no idea where this one came from...
Well, I was driving with some friends from marching band to California, where we were all going to meet up with the rest of the marching band and do some performances. But before we had a real on the field performance, we decided to go to some creepy, knock off Disneyland place.
I thought we still had a while to drive, so I decided to brush my teeth... in the car...? Then we went through a tunnel, but while in the tunnel, the car transformed into a roller coaster car and we began to shoot straight up, like Wicked at lagoon. We went through the entire roller coaster, and I had tooth paste foam all over my face, and on part of the track. I wasn't exactly trilled. Nor were the janitors.
Once we got off the roller coaster, I saw a good chunk of the band in uniform playing pep band music for the line of people waiting in line, with the drum major conducing and everything. Needless to say, I was confused as to why everyone was already there, and why we were playing for a roller coaster line.
Then randomly the dream skipped to the performance. But it was at the beginning of the new season instead of at the end. I guess everyone learned the new show charts and music and choreography while we were driving there. Except me.
The stadium was full, like a freakin superbowl game. Becca had given me a spot on the field, even though I had no idea what I was doing. She said to just go out there and try to match everyone else. Yeah... that doesn't work. So I go out there, expecting to at least have a flag or something so I can at least pretend to know what I am doing, but no. Because for some random reason, we decided to do a hip hop show. How you play hip hop music in marching band, I don't know. But we did.
I can't dance hip hop. Scratch that. I can't dance in general. But I am really bad at hip hop.
Half way through the song, I am out there dancing like an idiot, when I realize that all the color guard went off the field. A superbowl sized audience watched me screw up big time. And when I booked it back to the side line where the rest of the girls were, I found that my friend was filming me the whole time. I wasn't happy. And everyone else was laughing.
So the moral of the story is...
Don't brush your teeth in the car, and don't do a hip hop marching band show. No good will come of it.