On Monday, my mum and my sister went to see Katie Melua live in Bournmouth. I dreamed that me, my dad, my mum and sister (despite me and my dad not liking her music much) went to see her live again at the Royal Albert Hall. It was a really bad concert. Her singing just sounded like she was saying "da" at each syllable, yet everyone else around me was singing along and having an amazing time. At one point she changed into a fat man in a tuxedo, but then she turned back to normal. I tried to look around at the people who were singing, but my point of view turned into one of those on a music DVD where the camera swings around at the front of the concert and shows everyone singing along.
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