A whole new world for the musician

Prompt: You're a struggling musician who is playing small clubs on a summer tour across the country and who generally sleeps in your van. But one night, in a small town in (fill in the blank), a concertgoer offers to let you sleep on his/her couch. You take the offer, but by morning you regret it. Write a story that explains what happens.

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Big mistake. Now I know.

Shouldn't have taken the couch, it looked far too comfy, far too squishy. I told them, this doesn't look right, the fur hair whatever it is is longer than the most shag carpets I've seen, is this...old, have you guys owned it for a long time, nothing I've ever seen before. They just laughed and said it was a remarkably comfortable place to crash at, and all my problems would be forgotten as soon as I fell asleep on it. I've never fallen asleep that fast, the wife chimed in, owh how you're love it, you'll remember it for the rest of your life, you can bet on that. They laughed, both of them at the same time, the shrill united laugh that should have sent a chill deep into my bones, told me it'd have been a better idea to cuddle up with a rabid dog and a homeless person out in the street than sleep on that couch. But that thought process didn't go through my head. This was the seventh day of my tour, I was tired from the gig and very drunk, I couldn't think straight. A place to sleep, warm rice and dal to eat, and people I thought were adoring fans. I couldn't ask for more. Without taking off my socks or shirt, I hit the couch. That was the last thing I remember.

The next thing I know, I'm falling into the couch, into the hairs, slowly sinking into the great depths, in a couple of feet. Absurd, I remind myself because the couch couldn't possibly have been that tall. You're dreaming, you're tired, had too much to drink and can't think straight, this is an awful nightmare and it'll be over soon, I have to remind myself, because the sensations are getting quite vivid, the scene a bit too real. This isn't real, this is a dream, and you can't afford to wake up because you won't have gotten enough rest. I ignore everything I perceive and make my mind blank.

I hear feet, small stomping feet all around me. Murmers, groans, a lot of aahs and hmm's, I peek through a half-opened eye. I see about a dozen tiny creatures that look like oversized bright yellow beans in comically large red clown shoes looking at me, prodding and pulling the couch around me, as if they were afraid of me. One sees me, and warbles with his mouth, attracting attention of his friends. They all get in front of my face, and wave excitedly at me, and start blabbing, nonsensical noises I cannot begin to comprehend. Have I gone completely mad due to the exhaustion?

A nerdy-looking being whispers something into the ears of others, and their faces brighten up with understanding. They bring in a guitar and a drum set, appropriately sized for them, and a few get on the instruments and begin playing strange tunes. They're not terrible, but you wouldn't pay a lot of money to go see them. Maybe in the youtube age, if they came up with a really high-value music video with known celebrities they'd get somewhere, not just on the merit of their music. The skinniest of the creatures takes the mic and begins singing. I expect to hear really high-pitched shrieking and cacophony of sounds. Instead I hear a middle-aged man talking to me.

Welcome to our land, sir, he says, we have heard of you, and would like to welcome you to this. You might be a little confused at what you're doing here, so allow me to introduce myself, I'm Aackman and I'm the coordinator here, I'll be your liasion here, and help you guide through your journey here. Let me explain to you how you're here to begin with, he says.