i mean, we made it to ohio... who knows where else we can go?

I am one nervous person in a room full of nervous people. It is a large room, awkwardly quiet. People sipping on cups of gritty coffee, legs jittering, whispering intensely on their cell phones. Metro-looking men wearing pastel ties, hugging oboe cases to their chests, eyes flitting. You can tell the ones auditioning for musical theater by their gelled-up hair and larger-than-appropriate gesticulations. You can tell the pianists by the hand warmers clutched between slender fingers. You can tell the small-town, out-of-place ones (like me) by their white-knuckled hands gripping instrument cases to protect them from theft.

It. is. almost. over.

And the waiting/obsessively checking mail begins.