| I was attending my new class-Radio Broadcast, taught by the one and only Kim and some other lady who never bothered to introduce herself. Kim (who was clad in a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops) was showing us around the station, telling us what button to push when and what they all did. Then she let us all go, because we�d behaved ourselves during the lesson. As I walked along, Andrew came by and asked for my camera. I lent it to him, telling him to be very careful with it. He nodded, stuck it in his pocket, and ran full speed in the other direction. I walked past a forest clearing where there was a roller coaster and a miniature golf course, and I knew it had to be Disneyland. A bunch of hooded folks were getting a tour through the golf course. I decided to take the afternoon off and go have fun in Disney. Just then, Ben and Kerstin showed up to go along with me. I decided that now I wanted my camera, and I was getting very angry with myself that I had let Andrew have it. And just as I thought those words, Andrew showed up, jogging towards me with my camera held in his hands. I held out my hand for it, and he held it high above his head. (In real life, Andrew is quite tall. And I�m�well, I�m not tall.) I started jumping up, trying to get it out of his hands, and he stood still, hands raised, with this supercilious little smirk on his face. �Come ON, Andrew. There�s a picture on that camera of me under Bermuda under Rub�n in the conebra live in concert!� (I suppose I was on a break from touring with the guys. The picture (what I thought it looked like) was me sitting on the stage. I had just fallen on my butt, because Rub�n had rammed Bermuda with his butt and Bermuda ended up skidding into me. Al, as I recall, was standing at the main microphone, rolling his eyes as the three of us laughed ourselves silly in our little dogpile.) Anyway, after I told Andrew about the precious film inside the camera, he gave it back to me right away. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Picture This 03/18/02 |