I like to think that each of us are the center of our own little universe. Sometimes we let people into our universe, and sometimes, others let us into their universe. Tonight in New Braunfels, everyone more or less stayed inside their own universe, and sometimes would bump into other people's universe. While inside my universe, I imagined a crowd of people at a Journey concert, each of them walking up to Steve Perry with a slip of paper. Written on that sheet of paper, was my name and the title of one of the songs I've written. Steve looks behind him to drummer Mikey Gammon, and they burst out into a sing-along version of "Mistaken Identity".
