Last weekend I played bass for church. It's the kind of thing that tends to take up your whole weekend: rehearsal on Thursday night, playing from 3:30 to almost 8 on Saturday, and 7:30 to 1 on Sunday. It's a big time commitment. During the service it's common to hang out in the green room behind the stage. As compensation for your services, someone cooks dinner for everyone on Saturday night.
"The spread in the green room never disappoints. Makes me feel a little like a rock star, even if it's at church. Tonight is turkey tetrazini and some scrumptous cookies. I knew playing bass would take me places."
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