I Had No Idea This Was Your Anthem!"
Feb. 13th, 2023 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxThe sound was on, the image moved ...
In my dream, I had joined a team of footballers who wore green shirts. We'd been invited to play a friendly against an opposing team of soccer players who wore blue shirts. I didn't catch the names of either team.
The Blues won the match, and the Green supporters gave polite applause to the Blues fans and team. All good stuff.
Cut straight to the pub, and we'd stumbled into a Blues pub by mistake. Despite that they were the winners, the tension in the air was palpable.
Until some gorgeous blonde got up onto the soundstage and began singing the Blues' anthem.
This song. TW: Strobing and flashing images from the start.
The blonde sounded incredibly nervous as she began the first verse. She was looking at us, in the far corner.
The words played on around our heads
I stepped to the back of the room, and belted out the next verse.
In my dream, I had joined a team of footballers who wore green shirts. We'd been invited to play a friendly against an opposing team of soccer players who wore blue shirts. I didn't catch the names of either team.
The Blues won the match, and the Green supporters gave polite applause to the Blues fans and team. All good stuff.
Cut straight to the pub, and we'd stumbled into a Blues pub by mistake. Despite that they were the winners, the tension in the air was palpable.
Until some gorgeous blonde got up onto the soundstage and began singing the Blues' anthem.
This song. TW: Strobing and flashing images from the start.
The blonde sounded incredibly nervous as she began the first verse. She was looking at us, in the far corner.
The words played on around our heads
Perhaps we went too far
We'll soldier on until the end, again
I stepped to the back of the room, and belted out the next verse.
This clutching hand around my hand
So pitiful and frail
Makes bleeding hearts begin to beat again
We both sang the chorus.
We both sang the chorus.
We stand in a different light
That's cast upon, this gigolo and gigolette
We stand with a different frame around us now
But when we talk, we talk in time
We'll shine with profiles so strong and so clear
And when we move, we move in time
Won't fade like pictures that come back again
The band extended the bridge so I could get up onto the stage. I introduced myself. The blonde's name was Samantha.
The band extended the bridge so I could get up onto the stage. I introduced myself. The blonde's name was Samantha.
We stand in a different light
That's cast upon, this gigolo and gigolette
We stand with a different frame around us now
And when we talk, we talk in time
We shine with profiles so strong and so clear
And when we move, we move in time
Won't fade like pictures that come back again
They played the bridge again, and extended it a little so Samantha and I could work out the strategy. Turned out that the fans loved the chorus and played it three times, so that was what we both did. I turned to the mic and said "I had no idea this was your anthem! I love this song!"
By the time the bridge was over ("One! Two! Three! Four!") Samantha was in full voice as we sang the chorus, this gigolo and gigolette. We stood with a different framr around us now.
At the end, I thanked the crowd, told them it had been a fair match, the best team won, and hope to invite them over to our pitch next time. Then Samantha took over singing the chorus and getting the crowd to join in.
I made my way over to the group, and quietly told them "Let's get out of here before they change their minds and skin us alive!"
Then the alarm went off. I had not felt so relieved to have been woken up.
They played the bridge again, and extended it a little so Samantha and I could work out the strategy. Turned out that the fans loved the chorus and played it three times, so that was what we both did. I turned to the mic and said "I had no idea this was your anthem! I love this song!"
By the time the bridge was over ("One! Two! Three! Four!") Samantha was in full voice as we sang the chorus, this gigolo and gigolette. We stood with a different framr around us now.
At the end, I thanked the crowd, told them it had been a fair match, the best team won, and hope to invite them over to our pitch next time. Then Samantha took over singing the chorus and getting the crowd to join in.
I made my way over to the group, and quietly told them "Let's get out of here before they change their minds and skin us alive!"
Then the alarm went off. I had not felt so relieved to have been woken up.
