...and if my choir director would have been there I'm sure she would have kicked me. The guy asked me to play something for him and even though I'd been warming up playing some riffs and scales in the waiting room I couldn't think of anything. And then eventually played the "Hey Joe" bassline. Then we talked a little about what I'd like to see and learn and then he gave me a little jazz song we were going to work on. It took me 15 God-d***** minutes to get a very simple lick down. B flat, G, G sharp and A. B flat on the 1, G on 2 &, G sharp on 3 & and A on 4, with eight note silences on the 2 and 3. I was really pissed at myself for that, as I've been sight reading Spanish music at the last 20 or so choir practises. And after that I did a major **** up on the chord order. Several times. It wasn't all bad though, I was able to walk respectably over the B section of the song without too many whoopsies. And I had the song okay-ish by the end of the lesson and nailed it down last night. Next lesson's tomorrow and by then I'll have it pretty well prepared. But my self esteem is still refusing to come out of hiding.