I was watching a performance of "Les Misérables" outdoors, at night, around what appeared to be a giant bonfire. The entire setting was very reminiscent of the Tribal Councils on "Survivor."
I had some sort of a CD player with me, and I kept playing certain CDs I owned, over and over. Most of the tracks skipped continuously, though. As I played my CDs, I talked to myself, pretending there was someone else there actually listening. "What's next? What should I put in next?" I inquired.
Some of the ensemble of "Les Mis" was sitting next to me. Apparently, it wasn't their time to be onstage. One particular guy, I felt, kept putting the moves on me. I hoped it would develop into a romance in the end but I was never able to get a reaction from him after the production was over.
