I had a dream last night that a friend asked me if I'd ever wanted to be in a band.
I said, "Sure", because really who hasn't at some point wished they were?
This friend said, "Oh, I know some guys. We'll make a band for you!"
Well, cool I thought.
So time passes, and I'm told it's time to meet "The Guys". About 2 dozen older guys are paraded past me.
They aren't introduced to me, because they're
all famous. Who introduces Elton John, right?
Well, then in walks Liberace, and my first thought
is, "Hey, he let his hair go white" followed quickly
by, "And he's been dead for at least 20 years."
There they are the great and the late,
and I can only put names to about a quarter of them, and it occurs to me that I have no idea what role I'm going to play in this band of greats.
I can't play an instrument, can't sing, can't read or write music, and I only write lyrics about zombies.