the old switcheroo

we were on the big stage, Amy and I. kind of like the auditorium where we had our high school graduation ceremony. despite the size of the place it still felt really intimate - almost like we were being simultaneously filmed and watched on giant screens. she was behind a drum set and i was in a rather large claw foot bathtub with four other guys. my soccer pal Carmelo was at least one of the other three and i'm pretty sure I recognized the other two from Vincent Massey as well. during the "concert" i felt almost compelled to dip below the water and wet my hair. i would come up all slick, then start to feel self-conscious as the interviewer tried to keep the discussion going. i tried my best to draw attention away from the the tiny little curls floating in the dirty water. i temporarily lost track of what Amy was doing but whatever it was, people really seemed to like it. after the show everyone came up to her and congratulated her and asked if she sang as well. most of those same people just shook my hand politely and assured me i as also a hit. i wasn't downright jealous of all the attention she was getting. maybe just a little surprised. but happy at the same time.