I auditioned for a band yesterday.
I got the mail at the last minute when I was already in my yammies and zebra slippers but I put on some pants (very crucial) and drove an hour to a very small village near Deventer.
(Actually my gps sent me to this dead end back road, but I got there eventually).
In retrospect it could have been a ruse by group of very smart ad hoc rapists, but no such luck. They actually were a band. And a very good band at that.
I was really proud I wasn’t afraid to go and didn’t freak out when it turned out I wasn’t the girl for the job. I actually had fun!
Attitude win! Yay!