And I thought Utah was bad...

So I auditioned for a community concert band last night.  That sounds like it would be really low-key...it was probably the hardest audition of my life.  I had to know things that I hadn't thought about since high school.  And then at the end of the audition he said, "well you can sit in with us tonight and see if you are a good fit.  We just had a horn player quit over the weekend and we haven't put out the cast call yet for a new one...and we don't want to deprive other qualified horn players of any opportunities."  Really!?  Cause the last time I checked you were a community concert band...and usually,  where I come from community concert bands are happy to get who they can get...especially us french horn players ( I mean come on...honestly, it's not like I'm one of a million trumpets...not to mention...this girl...I have emptied my spit valve on Carnegie Hall's stage...I'm just saying!)

So I played with the ensemble during rehearsal that evening and it dawned on me.  Massachusetts is a very closed community too.  And all this time I thought Utahns were the only ones that could be closed off and discriminatory and that once I got back to America, all would be normal.  But no...last night I attempted to bust into the community concert band forum in Massachusetts, land of my great-great-great-great grandfather served beer to Paul Revere, and I wasn't from around these parts....nope here I was this outspoken girl from Utah...or was it NY...and NY would be far worse...cause maybe she's one of them Yankee lovers....

Plus no one told me that the state of Massachusetts has more french horn players per capita than any other place in the country....or maybe it just feels that way because 5...count it 5 community bands/symphonies in my local area turned me down without me even auditioning!! Just thanks for your interest, we are all filled up with horn players.  I play french horn!  It's not common!  Just let me play!

Anyways, I think I'm in...unless they find someone more qualified...so I better start practicing, so I can stay on the team! 

On a side note I have started PTing with the military peeps...again.  So yes, I was out at the capture site of Paul Revere this morning at 7:30 in 35 degree weather, getting ready to start my 3 mile-ish run.  For those of you that know me...think about that for a second...and then please travel back in time, let's say the year 1999 and tell my gym teacher to shut up about my broken leg and my exercised induced asthma and give me an A in gym class...because clearly gym class means squat in the real world and it really brought down my gpa.