—by Anita Clark Jaynes
As a rule, I don’t accept outdoor gigs, but evidently I had not communicated this to a booking agent who hired me to play for a wedding at a private residence.
When I arrived, I asked the hostess for directions to where I was to set up. She told me to go down the hall, turn left, and go through the French doors. Much to my surprise, the French doors led outside. I thought I must have been mistaken, so I went back and asked. Yes, the wedding was not only outdoors, but the backyard went down a steep hill and the wedding ceremony was at the bottom of it.