It's time to morph back into the professional road warrior that lurks within each freelance musician.
I greatly enjoyed the summer hiatus. The farthest I got away from home was 7 miles. Working in the parks of Long Beach has many advantages.
Today, however, I made the 74 mile round trip to Azusa Pacific University. Classes don't officially start until Wednesday, but I was on a mission of fear: Flute Auditions.
It wasn't fearful for me.
Pity, though, the freshman flutists who just yesterday bid their family good-bye and moved into a completely foreign environment.
Today, said flutists are required to play for the flute professor they've never met (me) to determine their flute-playing fate for the entire year.
Yikes!
I am happy to report that each and every flutist walked out of the audition under their own power.
Meanwhile, the traffic was light.
I'm just getting warmed up...
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