Opening Song: "All Star" - Smash Mouth
A couple nights ago while I was renovating my room, I stumbled upon more buried treasure from my past: snapshots, love letters (and I've dated some illiterate people, y'all), screenplays, and my old dream journal. Anyone who knows me knows that dreams have played a pivotal role in shaping my identity... so I figured it would be cool if I yanked some classic entries from my old B&W notebook. Hope you enjoy the stories and who knows--maybe you could help me interpret some of them. Alright, here goes:
Tale #1: "The Game Room"
Original Air Date: 12/28/2000
It's a cloudy, rainy afternoon; a coach bus (with GFMS students on-board) is parked outside a dark brown brick building. After performing at the countywide Concert Band & Orchestra festival, Mr. Maglocci, the George Fox band director dismisses all eighty students. We all hop off the bus in a frenzy and scatter in different directions.
First, I'm in a 50's diner (with checkerboard floors and ice cream parlor) talking to Josh C about Jillian's grand opening. He tells me that he can't wait to go there Friday night. After I finish talking to him, Ryan K leads into three dark rooms where we talk about all kinds of stuff. He says, "I'm gonna go get something to eat." I respond, "I'll go into the Game Room."
He magically disappears and I find myself in an Alice in Wonderland-esque room. Amanda R storms out of the room after having a frustrating conversation with the always-smiling Jeff. Still wearing his band uniform, Jeff hops into a bathtub filled with green-purple water. He asks me to join him, saying "It'll be okay."
I trust him, so I hop in and as soon as I do, it turns into a water-filled couch (very comfortable, actually). Since we're sitting in front of a TV, we start playing "WWF Warzone" for the Playstation game console. I choose Bret Hart (my all-time favorite) and he picks Lex Luger. Of course, I win.
Then, thinking about how guys are "supposed" to act around each other, I decide to give him a light tap to the chest, to show him there's no shame in losing. But since I'd never tried it before, I backfisted him "rock-hard" in his heart.
He yells, "OW!" and sulks down. Genuinely worried about him, I immediately ask, "Did I hurt you?!" I try my very best to comfort him, slightly hugging him and keeping his head elevated. He reveals his face, white with tears, but they're tears of partial joy.
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