Smoky basement, wood rafters exposed.  There is loud music playing and I'm surrounded by people I know.  Everyone is blackout drunk.  Traversing the crowd without moving my feet, like stop-motion animation, I brush up against an older gentleman who is talking about keeping his lines tight and his waves right.  I say something silent to him and he follows me.  His hand is on my shoulder.  As I'm turning around, he suddenly goes limp and I watch his head bounce off the concrete floor.  Another person across the room follows suit.  I have a stabbing pain in my head and press my fingers to my eyes.  A group of guys are carrying Rhett by his arms and legs.  He appears to be unconscious and drooling.  He isn't wearing any pants.  I'm standing at the base of a stairway and grab the railing to steady myself as the group pushes past me.  The stabbing pain is lighting up my brain.  I shake my head and start to fall...



*wake*