Yes, speaking of the election for officers to the Musicians' Guild, I vaguely remember being there in the room and nearby I could sense the contempt and loathing emanating from Sharon Whetstone, a person who despises me although I have no idea who she is or why I should care about the existence of this tacky imitation of Lucille Ball as performed in various copycat skits at the talent show, always stuffing her face with chocolates, because beyond that I know absolutely nothing about her, just another snooty arrogant Pastor's Kid although I am only now guessing this because I have no idea who these people are. It would be useless to attempt to make these people like me, entrenched as they are in their alternate universe.