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The Band Concert...
A Visit to My Mind

Hmmm...I wonder where they're sitting. Oh, yes, there's Amy...ohhh, and her future mother-in-law...yeah.
Smile anyway...be polite as I squeeze through the one-foot space between the seats..
Oh, no. Was that her foot I just stepped on?
Why did I give in and wear my heels?...my SPIKED heels at that?..
Geez, hope my "sorry" and sympathetic look was enough...

Okay, here's my seat...hmmm, uh-oh, just happens to be beside hers...
Smile REALLY warmly.
Yes, small talk is good...
weather...kids....
well. ..ummm..
Okay, that didn't last long. Hope the music begins soon.
Ah, yes, they're taking their places. Wow, they're all dressed so nicely...
except for her..what the heck is going on with her outfit?
Fancy, aqua blue draped shirt, a nearly neon green t-shirt type tank, and black capri dress pants?
And pink-red hair in NOT in, nor has it ever been or will it ever be.
She looks like a rainbow...okay, a shy rainbow.
I bet she's really nice, and here I am, criticizing everything about her.
Shame on me....still, I'd like to put together an outfit for her and fix her hair...she's got a nice shape, but that look does NOTHING for her.

Omigosh, what in the world was that?...
Sounded like a dying cow...that WAS just a warm-up, right?
Not like the conductor would say "Okay, everyone, play your instrument in the loudest and most annoying way you can.."
Oh, good, it stopped and he's taking his place on his stand.
Nice-looking guy. Yep, I knew it-he's married...all the good-looking nerds seem to be taken these days.
Hmmmm...I LOVE how he described their first composition-
"like the drapes being gently pulled back on a summer morning and the sunlight beaming through the window, glistening through prisms as it scatters across the floor."
Yes, I can hear it....ohhh, they play divinely...
such unity, such harmony...
I hear the crystals of light, dancing around and clinking as they meet in fantastic patterns across the room...
I could get lost...
-Wait a second. When did I close my eyes?...
I must contain myself and wipe the sheepish smile off my face.
I mean, c'mon...if I'm gonna be a nut, at least ACT confident about it.
That's right...scoot back up in the chair and sit up straight.
Who cares if she's looking at me as if I was just deposited in my seat by a spaceship?
Maybe she wishes she had the same passion...
Okay, more likely she just thinks I'm a freak.
Another smile....there we go. Crazy what a smile can do.

Second song? Darn it, I wanted the first one to last longer.
Hmmm...this

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