last night, i had a horrible dream.

I was auditioning for something (the dream didnt say what), but it required me playing the piano, a boy from my work was there, and he went before me and he came back out crying, but I didnt care.
Then I went in and there was just a black keyboard, and the mean judge from the Australian So You Think You Can Dance was there (oh, i do like him alot though) sitting at a desk facing the keyboard, and i went and sat down.
I tried playing Fur Elise, but I kept pressing the wrong notes, you know when you hit a note knowing its wrong but hit it anyway, that kept happening. And The judge, Jason?, kept looking at his watch and tutting, then looking over to my fingers, I kept making sure that my fingers were curved.
It was a disaster.
I said stuff like "I didnt know I had an audition!" and "i've been doing theory practise during my lessons! I havent played the piano since last year!!!"
it was horrible, he made me feel horrible, and now I think I know how it feels like to be one of the dancers and to be told "big fat mess".

Then I woke up because I thought I heard 'Mr Blue Sky' -ELO, but it was just that horrible new Panic at the Disco Song. How is it nine in the afternoon?