Quote by Tom Perrotta

I have actual dreams of Bruce Springsteen calling me up on stage to wear a bandanna and play rhythm guitar next to Little Steven.


I have actual dreams of Bruce Springsteen calling me up on s

Summary

This quote expresses a deep admiration for Bruce Springsteen and a desire to be a part of his live performance. The speaker envisions themselves being personally invited on stage by Springsteen to join him and Little Steven, a member of his band. The quote reflects the dream and the excitement associated with the legendary musician and the possibility of sharing a stage with him.

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By Tom Perrotta
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