Late Night Audition

Late Night Audition

When I told people about when I was in a band, it was to give validation to my cool factor. I would talk about what it was like being on the road with four women, late-night diners, our old van, and the belief that we were good enough to beat the odds. I never really talked about that late-night audition and how adding a guy to the mix changed everything.

Our bassist left a few weeks before a big show,

We were desperate and had to deal with the fact that we might have to be open to a guy taking the spot. We were disappointed, being an all chick band helped keep some of those toxic dynamics out of the already stressful life of a struggling band.

The night of the audition, we expected the spectrum of talent from no talent to the overconfident semi-talented jerks. We had hoped for a few females to come through, but there had been none. Scheduling the time late so people had time to get out of work, and really, that was the only time we could get the space. We were about to call it quits when he walked into the building.

He wasn’t flashy, and his worn case didn’t inspire much confidence.

He got plugged in and tuned up. We talked him through the first song and started to play. He had listened, and while not perfect, he made the changes where he needed and was working with us to make the song come together. We did this for a few more songs and then sat to talk. Someone ran for pizza and we started the vibe check. No matter how good someone played, it would be all bad if they were an ass.

This was the second part of the late night audition.

How well could he fit in with three women? What was his ICK factor? Surprisingly he was cool, we laughed about terrible gigs and broken strings. A bottle was unearthed from some cabinet and we all started getting more comfortable.

I think at this point we had all felt it, we had found our bassist. It didn’t hurt that while he was quiet, he was some pretty sexy eye candy. We had been on the road for months and with the stress of losing our bassist we really hadn’t had a chance to wind down and relax. This late night audition became something different.

We had all been hitting the bottle while we talked and laughed. We had moved to the hangout area of the practice space and I had laid down with my head in his lap on one of the well worn couches. At some point I realized he had started stroking my hair. My band mates were similarly cuddled on the other couch.

Nobody planned what happened next.

We had strictly sworn off the groupies and had tried to stay away from the sex and drugs part of the lifestyle. It affected our playing and we were too focused on making our music. As women we had to work harder, smarter and always had to be aware and stay safe. That night though it was just us, the stress of being on the road and losing a band member were over. This was our new “us” and we started to explore that.

I started to stroke his leg, while he stroked my hair. I sat up and we kissed. My girls noticed and squeezed on the couch with us. It became a mess of hands and kisses. Clothes started to come off and well you can guess the rest.

Our band had just become closer in a whole new way.

I’m not sure if it was his talent or the new intensity we had found with each other but our sound became something else, something bigger. We wrote, we played and we were on the road, but it didn’t last. Sometimes too much intensity eventually blows apart. I will never forget that late night audition and how it changed our sound.

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