'That set-list is mine' , I said to myself as I eyed the piece of paper glued to the stage with black electric tape. I was so close I could grab it. Although my view was partially obstucted by the speaker, I could read the songs of it, anticipate my favourites in glee. Unfortunatley the obnoxious, drugged-up hipsters next to me took the very bit of paper I guarded so viciously.The funny thing is, as the speaker on the stage obstructed my vision of the top half of the list, I could only concentrate on the bottom half as I visualised it clutched in my hands. I was sending out an order to the universe....'That set-list is mine'. But the hipsters on my left were obviously wanting that list as much as I was. In horror, I watched as the girl reached over and peeled it off the stage as the band had left for a quick break prior encore.
My hopes of owning that list tarnished.. But as the band finally left, the roadie began to pack, picking up the drummers list he then surrended it to the greedy hands of the sweaty, hipster mosh below. I reached up, despite my size I grabbed on to that bottom half with determination. A tall, inconsiderate guy behind me got the top and pulled upwards as I held on the bottom. And then it tore....
he exclaimed: " Now, look what you've done!" followed by " That dirty slut got the other half"
(shocked by his his mean-spirited, un-called for jibes, I was secretley happy the list got torn in two)
Incidently, I got the bigger and better half...and funnily enough the part of the list I could see from where I was standing.
Lesson of the day: It helps to vision the whole of your goal rather then it parts...because sometimes you get exactly what you ask for.
