The best concert rehearsal so far

Missed cues. Wrong notes. We made a train wreck of almost every piece. Once I yelled at Marti that she was stealing my solo verse. She knows better than to think I was serious.

And finally, it all dissolved into laughter. I don't drink much anymore, but I thought this occasion called for some red wine.

 (It was all I had in the cupboard...)

We ended up talking through some things, giving a couple songs a few more tries, and then we gave up for the night. We reminisced about past concerts, counted the years we've played together (Martha and me: almost 9, Martha and Sam and me: 8, Martha and Sam and Marti and me: 5), talked about our favorite moments, flat-out gossiped.

Am I worried? Not at all. They're pros. I'm prepared. We have two more rehearsals. And lots of years of  friendship and experience to back us up.