Dream LXX

I was supposed to sing a song with Willie Nelson, so the producer brought me back to the "guest suite" in order to meet him. Willie was kind of scary looking--he had thick black hair and pale white skin. He seemed friendly enough, though he also seemed as if he would rather not be doing this.

I greeted him, telling him that I was going to sing with him, and that I wasn't "a millionth" the singer he was. He smiled and turned away and spoke to the producer, saying "This guy must be really terrible." I could tell he was joking, though.

I then asked him what song we were going to sing, and he looked at me patronizingly and said, "Son, the publishers will decide on that." He then told me he was sorry, but that his people were going to be doing the cover art for the record. I told him I understood, since I was an amateur and that I thought that would be fine. I asked him what ideas they were considering for the cover and Willie seemed to lose patience with me. He didn't say anything, but he gave the producer a look and the producer rose and went toward me.

I understood I was being ushered out. The producer kept sucking on sealed packs of small round candies. I guess it was his way of looking "cool" but I thought he looked extremely tense.