Nonsequittal Rumblings

I work for a fairly large company. Being big means easier to find people who share common interest within the organization. That means formation of some clubs and such.
One such organization is the jazz band I belong to. Actually, this band is formed by the employees and non-employees, all of whom love jazz. We may not be the best band in town, but our passion is there. We love playing, and we love playing for good cause.
I actually joined the band before I was hired full time – I was still a temporary worker on hourly wage ($7.50/hr back then). I found a small ad in an issue of company newsletter, looking for more band members. I jumped on the case, and called the number on it.
“Hello, I saw your ad. I’d like to join.”
“Okay, sure. How much of jazz have you been playing?”
“I’ve been playing jazz throughout high school and college – 9 years. Always on 2nd trumpet part.”
“You maybe over qualified, then. But sure, come to at for a rehearsal. See you then.”
It’s a full size big band. The rhythm section is a bit weak (which is a bummer), but I still love the band. And the fact that nobody is really excellent means nobody has one of those “I’m better than you are!” type of ego floating in the band. You’ve gotta love that.
So, we have another gig tonight. And my lips are a bit sore. We’ll see how it’ll turn out…