Book of Dreams

I am sitting in a classroom with some other students who are in the Spring show. We've already been casted, but we're finding out that the show is actually a musical, and we'll be re-casted for singing roles. There is no second audition, though, so we just have to wait to find out who will be playing what. I sit there anxiously with my friend Chris, who gives some encouraging words. One girl starts singing loudly, as if it wasn't too late to prove herself. The director doesn't seem to notice, though.
Eventually, Mrs. Nardini (not the director IRL, but my consumer management teacher from first semester) posts a cast list, and I do not have a singing role. I am very surprised, and angry. Mostly because the girl who previously sang her attention-seeking heart out earlier got the main role, and somehow I know her singing out of turn landed her the spot at the top of the cast list. I talk angrily about this for a bit, and make my way to the foyer of the school.
On the way, I run into a girl who I somehow know is the daughter of one of the directors, whom I apparently haven't seen in a few years. We catch up, and she tells me she just got pulled into the principle's office because she was found with a backpack full of alcohol, but she claims it wasn't her backpack. I'm kind of bored of this story, so I make my way through the secret hallway to the foyer. It is almost empty except for my sister and some friends. I sit and eat lunch while I catch people up on my audition and the girl with the backpack.
My phone is out of batteries so I plug it into this giant computer screen in the middle of the foyer. I go on facebook (which is awkward because the screen is huge so everyone in the room could see what I'm doing if they wanted to), but there's nothing to do on there. I have something important to tell my friend, but I put it off.

This is when I wake up