Bass Guitar

Did I ever tell you how I learned the bass?

I'm rather naive, so I don't know the story well. I just know...

My husband and I were separated, and I was alone. So I joined a theatre class. One day in class, we were supposed to bring tactiles, objects that had memories attached to them. I brought a pink and red hand towel, with two owls sewn on the front. We sat in a circle on a black mat, in green and white brick room that looked like a hospital exercise chamber. One girl showed off a hankerchief that an old boyfriend stole for her. And another classmate showed shot glasses that reminded him of his old friends. My towel was a present from my ex. "Do you see how she fingered the owls when she started talking about them?"  The teacher examined me like a pavlovian dog.

His name was Patrick. He was explosive and scary. When I received the invitation to audition for a new play he was directing, my first thought was that he was making this play up in an effort to seduce me. Maybe you think I'm full of myself, and maybe I am, but to me it seemed that Mr. Reynolds was just the type.

My roommate was into lights.