we stayed anyways, hoping that something would happen, but o'leary's homerun wasn't enough to put us ahead, so along with the thousands of other cub fans we left waveland ave. that night with our heads hung in defeat.
i had a dream last night that we played our first show. it was in chicago at some bar, which was surprisingly quite full. anyways, during the set trevor wasn't playing drums, for some reason a stranger was, and we had the vocals tracked.
i sang along anyways and managed to do so quite off key. that's most of what i remember, although i think at some point after the set, johnathon came and told us how he liked our music and wanted us to tour with him, but he felt i should work on my vocals.
dreams are weird. most times i don't remember them at all, but once in a while i'll retain bits and pieces that make no sense. [21:33]
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