So I get a call this morning, waking me up, by an old friend of mine who produces music and live in Orlando.
It went as follows.

"Yo, Raivu. Pack your bags. Your tickets are already paid for. Be on this flight at 60, give Bangor International Airport your name, and you'll be on your way to Orlando, and back on Friday.
We can't wait to finally meet you in person.
Bring your laptop, music equipment, and a good drinking buddy with plenty of smokes. You're going to need it."

I can't even wrap my head around it right now.