Mr. Mouthful

2. Josh-1

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Josh

My friend Erik was waiting for me in front of Michael’s apartment building. Neither of us lived there, and Michael was kind enough to give us the code to get in so we could use the gym. We’d meet there two or three times a week to work up a sweat, though that didn’t always happen. Often, we’d end up on two stationary bikes next to each other gossiping for an hour. Today wasn’t too different, though instead of dishing about one of our friends, I was spilling my guts.

“How the hell am I going to fit in with professional musicians? They’ve all got years of experience and I’m just…”

“A professional musician.” Erik interrupted. “You auditioned the same as they did and were selected because you are talented.”

“I know, but this is all so new to me. Being a nurse was different, a totally different skill set. Even if I was having an off day, I knew what I had to do. Now I have to be creative on demand, and there are days where finding that spark of whatever it is that inspires you just isn’t there.” I realized I’d stopped pedaling and forced my legs to move again.

“It’s not that different. You have a job, and some days will not be the best, but it’s like that no matter what job you do. Believe in yourself, and everyone will believe in you too. Oh, and speaking of creativity, I need your help.” Erik stopped pedaling and hopped off the machine. Since I wasn’t into it either I followed suit.

“What is it?”

“There’s a girl I’m working with at Armstrong High School named Suzi.” Erik was a social worker for the Richmond Public Schools. “I’m still getting to know her, you know, getting her to open up. She has some family issues, stuff like that. Anyway, it also turns out she’s a talented cellist.”

“I don’t know any talented cello players.” I said with a straight face and Erik lightly punched me in the shoulder.

“Shut it. Back to my story. I was doing research online and saw that there is a program with the Symphony. The Richmond Kids Orchestra?”

“The Richmond Symphony Youth Orchestra. I don’t know too much about it, except it’s very competitive. Must say, I would’ve loved something like that when I was growing up in Staunton.” I said, knowing what was coming next.

“I know you’re busy with the coffee shop and your new job, but do you think you could…”

“I’d love to. I’ll find out what the requirements are. There is an audition so she’ll need to learn… actually, let me hear her play first, then we’ll take it from there.” The other career I always wanted, but had to put on a back burner was being a music teacher. The pay was awful, but memories of my instructor who’d been so kind and patient always made me want to help someone learn.

“Thanks buddy.” Erik grinned with delight. He was one of my favorite people who didn’t smile often enough.

“I could meet with her Saturday morning if she’s available. Give her my number and if she wants to meet, I’ll set it up.”