SassyBlonde

So much of our lives as musicians is spent waiting. Waiting to graduate, waiting for the audition results, waiting to buy that new horn until the dough comes through, waiting for rehearsals to start.

Well, for me the waiting is over finally. Tonight was our first rehearsal for the Adams. And it was pretty good, all things considered. All things being:

1. At the start of my piece, we were immediately joined by a lovely pea-green katydid. (Seriously. It was a sign, the concertmaster and I decided. I love how the universe sends you tiny gifts every once in a while in unexpected packages.)
2. When the katydid came in, so did an enormous cicada killer wasp, which then flew around the room scaring the bejeezus out of me and everybody else. Luckily the percussionist came to my rescue and chased it around the room until it judiciously decided to vacate the premises through the window by which it entered. So much for rehearsal decorum.
3. One of the keyboard players completely showed her ass today, admitting she hadn't even looked at the part yet. She didn't even realize that she was supposed to be playing keyboard instead of piano, complete with patch changes and controller adjustments. WTF? Fired, I tell you.
4. My face gave out about five minutes before we were supposed to be done. Honestly, I have no idea what I was thinking, agreeing to play a show of Dreamgirls this afternoon before rehearsal. Note to self, "Dear Me: Don't Be A Goober. Love, Me."

Anyway, the whole wasp-katydid thing was great-- it was like the universe was telling me "It's all right, things will work out in the end. Your friends have got your back." Deech saved the katydid from the wasp by chasing the wasp out, much in the same way that my lovely friends did to my few remaining cockroaches by playing the first rehearsal so well.

Now if I could just find a pair of shoes to wear.