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.”
are“I know, but this is all so new to me. Being a nurse was different, a totally dif
