A day at Muir
So I've been having this weird dream lately involving some old high school buddies. It seems like I'm in the theater watching a comedy movie rather than sleeping and having a wacky dream but whatever. I assume the dream has meaning. So I wake up this morning with nothing to do. No school, no work, and no cartoons. So I have my mom drop me off near Muir on her way to work. So I make my way to Muir and I am standing directly in front of the staff parking lot. I have a feeling that maybe the main entrance to the auditorium is open. Amazingly My "spidey-sense" was right. So I walk in and let the sweet, old aroma of the Rufus Mead Auditorium take a hold of me for a moment. Then I continue to the house of the auditorium and I notice some people rehearsing some dance number. It takes me a minute to realize who these people are and then I ease myself into the first seat I see. It seems to me they are rehearsing to a Michael Jackson song. I know this because only Micheal Jackson has cool beats like these. Then they finish the dance and I think I hear them talking about me. I hear someone call out to me and say, "hey are you a senior?" For some strange reason no sounds are escaping my mouth so I slightly tilt my head left to right in hopes that I can communicate with them. I figure they understood me because they ask me to keep quite about their rehearsal. Once again my mouth moves but I hear nothing, so I raise my right hand and form the shape symbolizing "OK." So they rehearse again and I am thinking to myself what the hell is wrong with my voice? Why does my voice keep quite whenever I am inside of the auditorium? Ever since I first stepped foot in the auditorium over 4 years ago I've had trouble speaking my mind. Yet I feel really secure and home-free when I am in there. Strange stuff. So I watch them finish rehersal and I begin to clap but I think I clap to quietly because they don't seem to hear my clapping. So they are leaving and I deside to walk up and head backstage. I feel everything I once took for granted less than a year ago and then I walk to Larry's office in hopes of saying hello to an old friend. literally. lol. Larry's old. lol. As I walk toward the boys dressing room I notice his door is closed so I make a slight frown. Then I sit in the most confortable lounge chair in the world. I sit there for about 30 minutes remembering the good times I spent in that auditorium. I walk around and notice a sheet of paper for springfest. it's tonight! maybe this was what my dream was telling me about! Then I turn around and find the program sheet for the musical, Kiss Me Kate. I pick it up, walk to the lounge chair, sit down confortably, and open to the second page. Interesting stuff. seems like a good musical that I sadly didn't have the privelage of enjoying. I flip to the next page and see that the cast has mini-bios. I chuckle at some and laugh hysterically at Bryce's (or Brice as it's written in the program. maybe i've been mispelling it all this time) mini-bio. He wrote his own bio and he seems to think very highly of himself. That is one genious mini-bio and i've only seen one better one. I finish reading the program, set it aside, pick up a pen lying on the floor, rip out a piece of cover paper from the dresser table and leave Larry a short note. I carefully slip it under his office door and walk away. I have a feeling he won't receive my brief message. I hear someone enter the auditorium. I don't recognize the voice but it belongs to an adult. Maybe that C.J. person that was mentioned in the program. I quickly find another way out of the auditorium. So I walk around campus before returning home to watch the People's Court. I think I went into too much detail on this post but whatever. OK Goodnight journal.