Chapter 7

Wrong. Turns out, he was friends with the owner of the club I’d finally booked some gigs at. Benjamin told him what had happened, and I got fired before I could get a chance to explain. Needless to say, I got angry enough to show up at the piano bar to confront Benjamin about it. People thought it was part of the act, his partner thought it was funny, and before I knew it, I’d been goaded into proving I knew more about music than what Joe Schmo could pick up reading Billboard. The audience loved it. They loved it so much, the owner cornered me outside when I left and offered me a job. I should’ve turned him down. The last thing I wanted was to see Benjamin on a regular basis. But I was still angry, and it felt only fair that since Benjamin already cost me one job that I take this one to get back at him. So I accepted.