Unusually quiet in the back of the group was tuba player James Matthews.  He painfully dragged his sousaphone and tuba on the ground behind him.  While the rest of the band sharply turned a corner, James stayed behind.  He waited a few seconds making sure that no one had noticed him leave the rest of the band.  When he was sure he was safe from being found he dashed towards the men room.  At least as fast as he could with a tuba and sousaphone dragging behind him.  Finally he made it to the restroom.

     Luckily, there was an available stall.  He opened the door.  There was a loud scream.

     "Maybe this stall isn't so available," James thought to himself and promptly apologized with a little giggle.

     James moved on to the next stall.  Slowly, he knocked on the door and the the light knock pushed the door open.  There was no screams or foul language so James figured it was safe to enter; it was.  Carefully and miraculously, James balanced his two rather large instruments on the toilet and closed the door.  Cautiously, so as to not knock over his instruments, James bent over to take out a crumpled suit he had stuffed in his backpack.  The wrinkles on the suit were amazing.  Never before had so many wrinkles appeard on any article of clothing.

     "This will never do!" yelled James, "I'll never be able to pass myself off as a flight attendant and sneak on to a plane to Iraq to find Saddam in a wrinkled suit!" James screamed through the sobs.  Slowly, he recrumpled his suit with a look of anguish on his face.  As he bent over to stuff his suit back into his backpack, he accidentally hit his tuba that was precariously balancing on his sousaphone and the toilet.  Through all the chaos that ensued, James somehow managed to get his foot stuck in the toilet.  He pulled out his foot and shook it out in a vain attempt to dry his pants.  Nothing was going his way.

     "I guess I'll have to go to Scotland with the rest of the group," grumpled James.  He got himself out of the bathroom and then pulled out his boarding pass.  Gate 26D was his destination.  He pulled his instruments along to security.

     "Sir, sir," a man yelled trying to get James attention.  When he finally turned around he said, "You're going to have to check those." 

     Without a word, James slid the security guard his instruments walked through the metal detector.  A high pitched beeping echoed throughout the airport.  It was James.  He emptied all his pockets.  First a few coins then some pens, nailclippers, pocket watch and chain, paperclips, keys, screws, pocketknife, a piece of steel, aluminum foil, handcuffs, staples, butter knife, fork, roll of tin wire, empty soda cans, and finally a tube a lip gloss.

    "How'd those get there?" James asked blushing a bit.

    After a long drawn out process, James finally made it out of security.  He looked at the gate and panicked when he realized that none of his fellow band members were there.  A high pitched scream filled every corridor of the airport, leaving a few airport personnel deaf.  He ran and loaded the airplane just as a stewardess was closing the door.

    The plane was completely filled with band students in their matchng blue sweatshirts.  Everyone of them was giving James a weird look.  All of them seemed to be wondering why James was so late getting on the plane and why his whole right leg was wet. 

    James looked at his ticket and found his seat.  It had been a hard day.  He had gotten his foot stuck in a toilet, wrinkled his suit, spent almost an hour at security, barely made the plane and had all his hopes dashed of finding Saddam and saving the planet from terrorists.  Using all his might to hold back the sobs, James pulled down the tray on the back of the chair infront of him and rested his head on it.  The only thing that had gone right was that he had gotten a window seat and oddly enough, the tray was a very comfortable spot for his head to rest.

    "Sir, you're going to have to put your tray back until the plane has reached its final altitude." the same stewardess said who had nearly closed the door of the plane before he got in.

    As James lifted his head, he couldn't help but notice that this was yet another incident that wasn't going his way.

    "What's next?" he asked, "Am I going to have to switch seats so I'm not sitting next to a window?"

    The stewardess along with everyone else in the plane gave him a weird look. 

     "What?  I want to sit at the window so I can admire the white, fluffy clouds as they roll gently by.  I want to look down on the cities below and ponder upon it's residents.  I want to be the first to see the majestic and beautiful land called England.  Don't you dare ask me to move, honey," yelled James, " 'cause I'm not going to.  This is one thing that is going to go right today."

     The emotional drama was begininning to take its toll on James.  Without even trying, James fell asleep, his head resting on his much treasured window.  Drool began to rush from his mouth like Niagra Falls.  After a few minutes, his eyes began to move rapidly beneath his closed eyelids...

     James was entering a dream world.  A world where everything would go his way.

     James was leaping around if a field with huge red mushrooms with white spots on them.  Butterflies were fluttering around him and birds were chirping in the treetops a song that seemed to be only for James.  He was laughing as he pet the fluffy white bunnies the hopped on the bright green grass.  The light from the setting sun reflected off a nearby glass-like lake in beautiful oranges and pinks.  After he was done petting the bunny, James stood up and admired the view of the lake.  He noticed a kayak was bobbing gently up and down near the shore of lake.  As he got closer to the lake, the sand beneath is bare feet became muddier.  The soft mud felt soothing and massaged his feet as it squeezed between his toes.  Cautiously, James climbed into the bobbing kayak.  He found the oar floating gently in the water next to the kayak and lifted it out the water.  Little droplets of water fell from the oar as he did this causing beautiful ripples to form around his boat.

     It didn't take much time or effort to cross the lake.  It seemed like he was there within the blink of an eye.  He climbed out of the kayak and gazed at his new surroundings.  The other side of the lake was desolate.  It was only sand dunes as far as the eye could see.

     "Screw this," thought James muttered to himself adding in his mind, "I'd rather be petting those fluffy bunnies than hanging out in this crap place."  So he promplty turned around to climb back into the kayak.