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Auditions

Posted on January 21, 2022February 12, 2022

December 13, 2020

I’m driving 

It’s 3 or 4 am

I pass my mother’s house and see lights on and a few people.

“What is she doing up at this hour?” I think.

I back up and pull into the driveway.

As I approach the front door one young man is there reciting some lines from what I think might have been Shakespeare.

He says “Oh, Lance, what are you doing here?”
I told him “I was passing by and saw the lights on. What’s going on?”

“Auditions, Carol is here and wants to see you.”

“Okay.”

As I enter the house I can see mom at the baby grand piano talking with some people about the music.

She says, “Oh good! You’re here! Carol wants to see you.”

I look around. I wonder who Carol is and why she wants to see me?

I wander around looking for whoever this ‘Carol’ might be but out of the few people there, there doesn’t seem to be a ‘Carol’.

I talk with some people but don’t remember about what.

I wake up.

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