At my gig today, a soloist did not show up.
The trombones turned to our fearless section leader. “Since he’s
missing, who’ll play the solo?”
Fearless Leader turned and waved dramatically to me. “Rhov will play the solo.”
I snapped out of my coffee-deprived daze. “I…uh…WHUUH?”
"Have you ever played the solo?" he asked.
"NO! I’ve only played this song maybe twice."
"Perfect. There’s nothing quite like sight-reading a solo the day of a performance."
I gave him my patented ‘you die later’ glare. “Leader…I may have to hate you.”
30 minutes later… totally rocked the solo! Oooh yeah! Who’s the swingingest trombone chick in the band, eh? (Who’s the ONLY trombone chick!)
Fearless Leader turned and waved dramatically to me. “Rhov will play the solo.”
I snapped out of my coffee-deprived daze. “I…uh…WHUUH?”
"Have you ever played the solo?" he asked.
"NO! I’ve only played this song maybe twice."
"Perfect. There’s nothing quite like sight-reading a solo the day of a performance."
I gave him my patented ‘you die later’ glare. “Leader…I may have to hate you.”
30 minutes later… totally rocked the solo! Oooh yeah! Who’s the swingingest trombone chick in the band, eh? (Who’s the ONLY trombone chick!)
