Jazz Band - March 6, 2006

I am playing bass in a jazz band, something like the Mac Jazz. We are setting up on the stage of a theater, I can't tell if it's a big theater or a more intimate setting. The thing is that I don't remember having practiced at all with the band or really having any idea what the music will be. There is a lot of joking and camraderie while we set up, and I don't let on that I have no idea what is happening. I have two simultaneous feelings: 1. Utter confidence that I will be able to handle whatever happens. 2. A deep seated dread about what is going to happen.

I leave the stage, ostensibly to go to the bathroom, but end up getting turned around in the building. Kind of lost, but not in an entirely unpleasant way. A lot of time goes by just doodling around the hallways, perhaps with the idea that by the time I get back it will all be over. But when I do finally get back to the stage I hear that there is some kind of punk band (!) playing in advance of us. Maybe. Something strange like that.