Last night I dreamed I won a radio contest to join Pink Floyd on stage for one song on their reunion tour. (In the dream; I know of no reunion tour in RL). I don't remember which song it was, but I practiced and practiced.
I only got to meet them the night of the show. They wouldn't even talk to me. They were *a-holes*. Total a-holes. As in, my bass wasn't even on the stage anymore by the time it got time for me to get on stage. Maybe they trashed it out of spite; maybe someone liked it and put it on the tour bus. It was just not there. I was ready to get up on stage and just play, but I spent the whole song looking for my bass.
Even after the show, nobody in the band would say anything to me about it, or even look me in the eye. I took one guy by the arm to try to get his attention - I think it was Nick Mason - and he shook me off violently.
I f*cked that dude *up*. I beat his *ss.
By then he was a 30 y.o. Asian dude, and we were in an Ace Hardware store. But it was still the same dream. I beat Nick Mason's *SS!
--Bomb
