I was just thinking. What if you were on a plane, sitting in coach, trying to sneak your iPod on during take-off without the stewardesses noticing, and all of a sudden, you heard the voice of a really recognizable rock star coming from the front of the plane. Like say, Chris Martin, and he was singing “Lost?” without any accompanying instruments or band members. I believe they call that, a capella. Or maybe, he’s singing “Lovers in Japan.” Either way, it’s just him. In his seat, with more leg room, and he’s decided to give the rest of the plane a quick show. Not because he feels the passengers are dying to hear his unique, somewhat chic friendly, falsetto vocals, but instead because he simply feels like singing. And whatever’s going on inside him at that particular moment can only be identified with what originally caused him to write the song in the first place.

Would the passengers applaud? Or yell to the front of the cabin, “Shut up, up there!” How long would it take for everyone to realize it was, in fact, the lead singer of one of the world’s largest bands? And honestly, how many people on a plane that seats 250 actually like Coldplay? Or more realistically, what percentage of the plane would be made up of tough guys with no appreciation for musical talent or creative, artistic ability whatsoever?

Why am I asking this? Or even wondering about such an obscure topic? Because during my last flight home from New York this past weekend, I experienced a lucid dream that involved exactly what I am describing to you now. I woke within my own dream to hear what was actually radiating through my Bose headphones. And it didn’t occur to me for some time that I was still amidst the land of weary eyed, traveling zombies, drooling on my neck pillow. But all I can say is, I wish that moment was real. For more reasons than I could ever explain here now. And if I’m ever a rock star, with an incredible talent for writing music that actually means something, I’m going to sing that song. Probably with my eyes closed. And only if the seat next to me is vacant. And only if I’m not flying out of New York. Or Jersey. I’m pretty sure they won’t dig my vibe.