Back in high school, playing saxophone for the school band. Play a Blues scale. Fast forward to getting ready for the trip. I'm packing up my things at some kind of campsite and my parents pack my dog. I laugh and say that I can't bring her. She's covered in some kind of dirt. We get to a huge convention center where everyone is younger than me and it's all lit up by candle chandeliers.
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