This morning as I waited for the elevator (totally legit, auditions hadn't started yet) the racket from the musicians' lounge was amazing. With the second full day of extra auditions imminent, a diverse ensemble of strings, brass and woodwinds were going at it something fierce: warming up, practicing, showing off. (Yes, musicians have been known to try for a psychological advantage in the audition process--a kind of "check this out, you got nothin" ploy. And you thought this was a high-minded profession.)
From out of the cacophony of sound a lone musician emerged and stood in the stairwell in search of a brief moment of quiet, it seemed. He too was listening to the anxious racket, and shared with me a bemused smile.
