STP Dream

This is probably inspired by my last visit to Palmer's with my first couch surfer ...

Setting: the old Cinebar house I grew up in. It's dim to see but not dark and not night or evening or morning, nor is there bad weather.

I'm supposed to be singing Stone Temple Pilots and am very conscious that I barely know any chords (we're doing it accousticly), but since I'm the lead singer I don't really have to worry about it. There's people wandering about in the yard. Me and another guy move a table and I get Buu out of the way so it doesn't crush him. I pull off one of his bigger clumps of hair and he yowls as it finally tears free. We're already late to do this and someone, I think my sister, makes a comment about the speakers not being setup. There are two big speakers just lying on the ground next to me and I say I'm just supposed to sing and it basically isn't my problem. I say this to another, youngish girl, and my smile feels really fake on my face.

Walking into the house, through the carport. One of my bandmembers, a girl of whom I am obviously long-familiar but who is like family to me, is talking to me about our set which we're supposed to start now. I say that we should stick to songs I know and it's going to be hard without seeing the lyrics anywhere, I'm wondering if I can remember anything. "We should do Vaseline, Lounge Fly, ..." and I name a couple others which I can't remember exactly and nor do I think they exist. "What about Helena?" she asks. "I remember that one." "There's the part where he/you have to be up there and say Helena Helena Helena over and over again for like two minutes." "I'm not worried about that so much as not knowing the words." I wonder how Vaseline will be accoustically since we aren't electric.

I enter the house through the front door and make my way to the kitchen where I deposit Buu's filth in the garbage (by this point it's now actual poop that I was holding) and wash my hands in the sink. My mom is there, doing dishes?, but we don't talk. My other band member is there chatting with someone and eating something. I say something a bit annoyed / urgent that we were supposed to start at 7 and it's 7:17 (seeing the clock on the oven which is obscured by things on the stove and hard to see). He mumbles something of acquiescence and heads outside through the sliding glass door.