It was all a dream- By Ibrahim "Skillz" Ibrahim

 

'Thump, thump, thump!!!'

 

His heart keeps racing, he is trying so hard to stay calm but that was proving to be no easy task. 

 

It's a massive room, exotic and tastefully furnished. No tables, just sofas and stools. There are paintings on the wall, of musical legends from different genre, race and sex. The biggest of them all, Fela, doing his signature two-fists-up pose. Typical event greenroom setting. 

 

He looks around him. 

 

All these celebrities in one place and he is in here with them. 

 

He feels a sense of profound happiness, but he feels a greater sense of anxiety which is overshadowing everything else and affecting his countenance and composure.

 

He has his phone in his right hand, he makes to press a key on it, he realizes it's covered in sweat. 

 

Damn! He would have to calm his nerves somehow, and soonest in his own interest. 

 

Seated at the far end of the room, his seat faced the exit. He has his manager to his left and his two dancers to the right. A large stool lay in front of them. On it is a bottle of table water, a few cups and a bottle of champagne, but none of them is drinking. This was by far, the farthest any of them had come in their individual careers, with all their role models in the same room as them. It is obvious to everyone, they felt inferior and out of place. 

 

It's the greenroom of the biggest carnival in the country. An event, even the biggest of artistes feel privileged to be a part of. There are several corners to the room, with different artistes and their individual team awaiting their turn to perform. Every now and then, the stage manager would pop in to give instructions and updates to everyone on who was next to grace the stage.