...I hate my alarm clock with a passion. I'm dreaming...In it, I'm at the Hall, and Ingram Hill is playing. So two songs into their set, Matt's drums completely break and shatter, and he screams in pain. I'm standing there backstage, and immediatly I offer my shoulder so he can get to the back and get a bandaid and whutnot. So yeah..he does, comes out of the bathroom, and I'm ready to escort him back to the stage when the other guys come back, and Justin, the lead singer, is acting so completely nice to me, and I'm about to get a reward of some sort when...
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
*cries* It's not FAIR!