A time travelling Super Bowl organizer from 2012

"That's it," I said and put down the remote control. I had seen enough of this year's Super Bowl Halftime show and rose up to move the couch out of the way.

I took a few steps back, ran across the living room and jumped headfirst against the television set.

I went through it - luckily, since this hasn't worked every time - and found myself in a whirlpool of electric charge. It cracked and popped around me for a few seconds, until it passed and I shoot out of a television camera that was filming the night sky above the Lucas Oil Stadium.

The evening chill gave me goosebumps as I floated above the stadium. I took a deep breath and contemplated if I had the right to do what I was planning to do. I dived hard and smashed myself against the grass like a missile. The collision created a vacuum that sucked the performers below the ground, into a time pocket that was waiting in another dimension, where they could continue their show like nothing had happened.

The annual rings

I pierced through the ground and several annual rings, until I landed in 1998. Once there, I gravitated towards Chicago, where they were filming The Oprah Winfrey Show. Their guest, Madonna, had just finished her performance and was sitting backstage, sipping herbal tea.

I told her that I was a time travelling Super Bowl organizer from 2012, and that I needed her help, since our main performer had cancelled their show at the last minute.

I asked if she could fill in, and after some convincing she agreed to do the show.

We took of, towards the ceiling and went through the annual rings until we surfaced on the stadium.

I escorted them on to the stage, where they emerged not too long after at the original performers had sank under the grass.

(Push play to enjoy their performance)

They started playing and the crowd went silent. They were probably confused, at first, but then they started booing and shouting profanities. Luckily, for me, Madonna didn't seem to mind. She must have thought that 2012's crowds had forgotten who she was.

She delved deeper into the song.

'Never forget how to dream, butterfly'

Then, at last, the crowd settled down and started swaying in unison, mesmerized.  The stadium lights poured out massive soap bubbles that were reflecting breathtakingly beautiful scenes from an underwater paradise where smiling new born babies were swimming with dolphins.

The biggest of the soap bubbles ascended above the stadium and created a transparent dome that enclosed us in like a mother's womb. We were all her children, Little Stars.

'Never forget who you are.
Little star.
Never forget where you come from.
From love.'

The song ended, and the crowd gave her a thunderous ovation that lasted for minutes. Eventually their roar transformed into a big wave that swept over the performers and took them back to where and when they were coming from.

I smiled, sat down and tapped the grass gently. This brought the original performers back. Their show had just ended and huge golden letters that spelled WORLD PEACE appeared on the field.