let me never go to a concert again
22 Apr 2008 03:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
People have been talking about concerts too much around me, evidently, because last night I had a horrible anxiety nightmare about going to a concert. My high school Girl Scout troop were there, but adults, including my hot friend who is Alyssa Milano's body double on Charmed nowadays. Her mother was driving in a minivan even though my parents and sister were also there with their minivan.
The venue was an ornate old theatre with red velvet seats going down to a wooden stage, and Bob Dylan and My Chemical Romance and a sad clown act were among the performers, besides some weird little plays in the interludes performed by schoolchildren. Due to some anxious shenanigans, my mom and I ended up stuck on stage during his act, trying to hide behind the leftover drum sets and pretend we were supposed to be there.
Also, I got stuck in a dirty bathroom with no toilet paper, and they were selling My Chemical Romance bootlegs outside on a table, and I really wanted a particular rare one with the night's performance of some song or other side-by-side with an original. By the time I escaped from the bathroom they were out of it. My mom said she had bought it for me and put it "somewhere in one of your bags", so I spent the trip back hunting through scads of useless stuff packed willy-nilly into all sorts of containers in a minivan crammed to the ceiling with luggage and junk for some reason. I kept reliving the horror of the stage and the bathroom, too, and I couldn't find the bootleg, either.
The venue was an ornate old theatre with red velvet seats going down to a wooden stage, and Bob Dylan and My Chemical Romance and a sad clown act were among the performers, besides some weird little plays in the interludes performed by schoolchildren. Due to some anxious shenanigans, my mom and I ended up stuck on stage during his act, trying to hide behind the leftover drum sets and pretend we were supposed to be there.
Also, I got stuck in a dirty bathroom with no toilet paper, and they were selling My Chemical Romance bootlegs outside on a table, and I really wanted a particular rare one with the night's performance of some song or other side-by-side with an original. By the time I escaped from the bathroom they were out of it. My mom said she had bought it for me and put it "somewhere in one of your bags", so I spent the trip back hunting through scads of useless stuff packed willy-nilly into all sorts of containers in a minivan crammed to the ceiling with luggage and junk for some reason. I kept reliving the horror of the stage and the bathroom, too, and I couldn't find the bootleg, either.