The Jezebelles

 I went to see a girls chorus, maybe it was an opera? All the girls were teens or younger. They were all dressed up, clothes like you would wear to Church on Easter. They were called the Jezebelle's and their voices were so so. In the crowd I saw a boy staring at me. It was my son Blaze. I mouth the word I love you. There was a girl sitting next to him. She seemed confused. I went over to him and asked him for  a hug. He just stood there while I tried to hug him. He didn't say a word. Then the crowd thinned and my dream was over. There was an odd beauty contest of sorts.