Last week, I was a member of the band playing at the church worship service. The rehearsal was on Saturday morning. Although I was quite exhausted by what have happened during the week, I was looking forward to the rehearsal and to playing music together with the band. What I learned that morning, though, was unexpected.
I arrived in the morning only to find the drum area in a messy condition: cables tangled everywhere on the floor, one tom in weird configuration, the other tom missing, the hi-hats placed in an awkward place, and rubbish everywhere on the floor. From the look of it, it was not the case of someone else playing with different configurations previously. That, I can tolerate. But someone must have moved the drum set and not returned them back properly in their places. (Note: If you happened to be the one playing the drum the Sunday before, trust me, it’s not you. Our church auditorium gets used by so many different groups during the week. So, I am not blaming you. I thought I should say that just in case 🙂 Anyway, to say the least, I was annoyed. Perhaps I shouldn’t, but I was. I blurted out, “Haiya. So messy here. Rubbish everywhere.” By the way, ‘haiya’ is like an Asian way of saying ‘sigh’. I was half complaining, and half frustrated. Apparently, my blurting was not as quiet as I thought because a brother blurted something back to me, “Clean it up, lah, Sir!”