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Okay. So this was the second gig we've done that we haven't gotten paid for. And I am fed up. I am not a representative of the school district, and these shows are on my own time, with my own music, and with my own transportation. This was some big dinner thing for the unvailing of this Lindbergh bunch of art. A whole bunch of rich people brought together in their big, gas hogging SUVs, for a dinner celebrating the womanizing Nazi Charles Lindbergh himself. They didn't even feed us, much less pay us. And it was two hours. We played for two hours. We don't charge much, being a student quartet, but for two hours, we should get something.

The orchestra director just signed us up for all of these without telling us anything but dates and times. We got the name of the place we were playing at, had to find our own directions, and had no idea when we showed up whom we were playing for. I'm going to chew her out tomorrow. We've got at least one more performance, and I'm not going to do it unless I'm getting paid. And if I find out the money is going to the orchestra department, I'm going to be really pissed.

But on a different note, Alyssa and I had a really good time laughing at all the poser rich people.

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( Crossing Jordan )