Mystery Ballet

I was at a Yo-Yo contest, and i was actually competing! (this was odd because i haven't competed in 6 years) I was the first person up, and when i got on stage i realized i didn't have any music! I frantically ran out into the audience and started asking people if they had a CD i could use. I ended up with a Nada Surf CD and what appeared to be a No Use For a Name CD. I used the No Use CD because the person i got it from specifically told me to use #4. I was ready to start, and after having a short dialogue with the DJ during which i frantically told him two different things "make me nervous," i was apparently ready to go. However, my hands were sweaty now (not good for yo-yoing) from being "nervous," so i pointed out to the DJ that if i sucked it's because HE made me nervous "There, i said it!" He looked a little worried at first, but then i think he realized i was joking, so he was ok. He went to start up the music, and i realized i had a tangle in my string, so i had to frantically try to get that out before the music started. I just about got it, and the music started, so i started going. It took me a little while to realize that i was yo-yoing to the Macarena! When i realized this, i started laughing, thinking to myself, "boy, he got me good." I was making a lot of mistakes, but that didn't bother me as much as when i realized that i HAD my freestyle CD WITH me, so i should've been using my OWN music. However, i was less bothered by this when i remembered that the CD didn't have any MFB songs (which i decided i would use if i ever competed again) on it. While i was on stage, some lady that i apparently knew (and didn't particularly like) walked through the stage and made me feel like i was in HER way. I accepted that when i realized i was in a far corner of the stage, so i tried to make my way more toward the center. Apparently, the lady had two daughters who were in a band together (one of whom played guitar), and they were playing on another stage off to the side of where i was. The lady seemed mad and said something like, "My daughter's been playing guitar for you guys for 4 years, and you never give her a big part, so i demand you let her do a solo! Go ahead, Libby, do your solo." When it occurred to me that there were teenage girls on another stage playing music, i suddenly cared very little about what i was doing and paid much more attention to them.