I'm walking along the street in some unfamiliar city, at night, as if going home. I come across a musical stage, all set and lit up on some empty lot. As I'm passing, Neil Finn is walking the other way, saying "Ok, guys, we're gonna start in 6 minutes, be ready to play for about an hour", and I remark to him, "thanks, that's exactly what I wanted to know."

Tim Finn is there too, and Nick Seymour, and everybody(*)! What a strange stroke of luck! I think I have to take somebody home and then come back for the show.

(*) I remember that 'everybody' was there, and I can picture them by face, except Paul, who in real life, is deceased.