We’re on a trip, stopping to stay the night in an unfamiliar place.

Everyone unloads their stuff and there’s no floor space.

I can’t find my bag of hats, which I need for a performance for the people here tonight. It starts anyway, there’s music playing so I start to sing.

I’m looking for my hats as I sing and dance, rustling like an idiot through bags and luggage. I whisper to my brother, “I don’t give a shit about this performance at all” and my mom yells through the crowd to remind me where I left them.