I’m sitting in a nice chapel, in the right corner in the back. There’s music being played by some women. Some of it is pre-recorded. A woman is singing and another is playing a stringed instrument. Then there are some harmonies that come in and it’s very nice. Suddenly, a woman stops the pre-recorded music abruptly and switches over to a different device and continues playing it to the end. It’s a rough transition but it works and they keep going. Doti walks over to me and puts a piece of paper in front of me and asks me if I want to do some song that’s somewhat popular. I say no because I haven’t had any time to rehearse or prepare. She walks away. I kind of resent being an afterthought as well and wish that there had been better planning. Then I look at the paper and I can’t make heads or tails of what she’s written on it and I’m glad I said no. Another performer gets up. This time it’s a man and he incorporates theatre style acting into a song. It’s ok. I eventually stand up and behind me are tall grey buses, but they’ve opened the back up in a way that the rear of the bus turns at a right angle. When they get ready to drive away, they close. I look into the glass to see who’s inside and comment to the man standing next to me that the right angle thing is really strange.