It is a bit late in the year, (one more week in the quarter!), but apparently I have decided to join the debate team. The rest of the team is a little miffed that I was allowed to sign up so late, they have been working hard at tournaments all year and I am brand new. Adding to their grumblings is the fact that I signed up just in time to attend a concert they’ve been fundraising to treat themselves to all year.
I am determined however to turn those frowns upside down and I put my best face forward in an attempt to show them that I am a wonderfully grateful human being. They are all given back stage passes, except me, which pleases them greatly until their coach roots around and manages to dig one up for me. We arrive at the stadium before the show is to start and are brought down onto the stage where the band has just wrapped up a sound check. It is my all time favorite band. I am in shock! I am in awe!
I would briefly mention that I have no favorite band, I rarely follow music and to be honest I’m a songs person. I have certain songs I love, but I know not who plays them, nor do I know their titles. Back to the dream though!
I run up and get so excited that I gush, I tell them how much I love them and how much I am flabbergasted to be in their presence, I’m shaking too. For some reason this is exactly what they wanted to hear, as if no one has ever told them how wonderful they are. I immediately monopolize the entire band from everyone on the team. The band likes me and I’m in heaven.
Until I realize what has happened, this is not my moment, and it was never meant to be. I immediately shut down and back off sheepishly under the steady metal searing gaze of twenty some debaters.