The next morning, because we played so late last night, the director was unusually merciful and didn’t wake us until eight.
Still half‑asleep, I climbed onto the bus.
The moment I sat down, the director stood up holding a cardboard box.
“Today’s group job is food and beverage service at a hotel,” he announced.
“Everyone’s position will be decided by drawing lots.”
Before his words even finished, Jevon reached in first impatiently and pulled two slips.
“Restaurant manager and pianist.”
Goselle’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t help complaining,
“Restaurant manager and pianist count as ‘service staff’ too?”
The director pushed up his glasses seriously.
“I say it counts, so it counts. Any position the hotel needs counts.”
“Then I want to draw a manager position too,” Goselle said with
