I was sitting in an orchestra concert, and the seats surrounding me were filled with family and friends. At the end of the performance, the conductor took the podium again and began asking the audience questions about the performance. I could tell that he was profiling people. The questions he asked and responses he gave were very rude, in a sense that he belittled those who did not know the work as well as he did. It was awkward.
After the interrogation was complete we got up and exited the rows of seats. To the left of us was a banquet buffet. There were ten round tables covered in simple white table cloths. As I walked towards them, I had my eye on a table with some of my friends for college, but they pointed to a table to my right ans said something about someone who wanted to sit with me. It was my band director, Mr. Newton and his wife. I haven't spent much time with him as of late, so it was fine. It was at this point that a few of my music teachers I had prior to college came and spoke to the banquet. They asked us if we thought the questions asked were condescending. We agreed, and that was the end of that.
Cake. I wanted cake. Many of the guests had already had dinner, so the dessert bar was all that was left. I decided to grab a large cupcake and a huge piece of white cake. The were so massive that I could barely hold them, even though I have larger than average hands. Someone offered to help, but I just ate the food in line. I hate sugar. I can't believe I wanted that much dessert.
I needed to wash the icing off, so I went into the restroom to do so. The restroom was built like a long hallway. Stalls on the left and sinks on the right. At the end of the room was a door. I went through the door to another restroom built identically as the last one. I did this a few times until I finally washed my hands. Going back to the banquet meant going back through the bathrooms. The doors I went through were the same, but the second one I passed through let out into the women's restroom. There were puzzled looks on the girls' faces, but no one said anything. I checked the door during my hurried exit to find that it did, indeed, have a women's room sign on it. I made my way through the last bathroom, but stopped halfway to see my girlfriend, Jen. She seemed just as confused as I was. Then I woke up.
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Originally Posted by Sean Lennon
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