Why am I in a Band?

Date: 1/26/2019

I’m a high school student again. I’m walking into a classroom which I quickly discover is actually just a class for me and my band mates to practice for two hours at the end of the day, for we are the schools prized group, and we are expected to put on amazing/entertaining concerts. Real concerts. We were famous, and our school loved to host for free. The publicity was everything for them. My first day at this school and the administration and band members decided to replace their main vocalist with me. In real life, I can not sing, but in this dream I was the born again Amy Winehouse. I had soul, rasp, perfect pitch, and tempo. It was my first day at this school, first day in this class, and it was my first day with this band. So of course, tonight was the long anticipated concert. Our producers would be present tonight for the first time in months, to decide whether or not to continue funding the band. I practiced all afternoon with my band mates. I was getting a hang of the songs, I was really starting to free up, ditching my normally shy shelled personality for the personality of a true performer. We practiced for an extra three hours after school and then the concert was beginning. I watched from backstage as the opening band played their set. They were good, they were fun to watch, but apparently they were going to be nothing compared to my band. I had zoned out staring at the drummers wild movements when they started saying their goodbyes and walking off on the other side of the stage. Our band was introduced and invited to come onto the stage now. All the air in my body left me. I walked up to the microphone and spoke, I wanted to say hello. My voice came out the speakers horribly rugged and broken up. Already, the performance as tainted. The lead singer couldn’t even talk clearly?? I stopped, took a step back, and gestured towards my band. Let’s just start the first song I said out of mic range. They nodded and the first notes rung out. I walked up to the microphone and realized that I had forgotten all the words to the song. All of them. I made the quick decision to just improvise. The crowd and my band would be lost, and unable to sing along, but I didn’t know what else to do. Luckily when I sang it rang out perfectly, as long as I didn’t talk we would be good. I picked the microphone up and started to perform. I got tangled up with the wire several times but I danced carefree and the crowd joined. This first song was a success. We started playing the second and I realized I didn’t know the words to this one either. Nothing came to mind, I couldn’t even improvise. I had no idea what the tune was in the slightest. I coughed and the band faded out. The crowd got annoyed, I could feel the cringing press onto me from all throughout the room. I walked off, for a private band meeting. I can do this I told them, I don’t even know what songs your playing. That’s when my guitarist handed me a pair of headphones and a sound box, “none of us know the songs Hannah, quickly go listen to the songs, and wear this when we’re on the stage, you’ll do fine” I heard intermission announced and did as he said. I don’t remember going back onto stage. I hope dream me nailed it though.