The Band Audition
By Craig Wilson
The smoke dissipates and I end up in someone’s garage.
However, I see that there are instruments and people
here.
The people in the garage dress like 1980s Punk Rockers.
They remind me that I’ve come to audition for their
group.
I tell them I cannot sing and I cannot play bass or
guitar.
They tell me it’s fine and that I can try out the
keyboard.
So, I walk up to the keyboard, and I start messing
around.
However, the others actually like what they’re hearing.
The other band members hire me right then and there.
Sadly, my phone’s alarm wakes me up from this dream.
The End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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