Another week later, Roger discovers a book of mine - 1,000 Meditations or something similar, and it is chock full of ideas. The book becomes a focal point of the BND. Names are thrown out...here and there...it becomes fuzzy and impossible to focus on what we should be. BND had evolved into a laborious exercise. What did your Tiggerlane do? Decided to shut down her brain and no longer particpate in BND. Not really, anyway.
It had become exhausting. And the PRESSURE. BND was no longer fun. BND moved into the realm of text messaging. BND was raunchy at times. (Well, THAT part was fun.)
One night, we faced a deadline. We are actually going to perform on stage February 14th (of this year). BND carried on for so long that my only response became, "Just pick a name." We did. BND produced "Carousel of Time." Keep in mind, BND ended at 3AM.
Finally, BND was over. Again. We have a name.
Sting sang about it. Do you know about it?
I'm just glad it's over. Oh, and the pictures above? Those are from our first "outside the studio" rehearsal at the auditorium where we will play our gig. Wish us luck.