That’s pretty much how I became the bass player for my church’s praise band. They asked for volunteers for the band, I am a self taught rhythm guitarist. Never played in a band. But I volunteered. They asked, “ Can you play bass? We need a bass player”
I had never even held a bass. The music director volunteered to teach me, so I said “Why not?”
I was just a youngster of 44, so she began lessons which consisted of scales, and simple bass runs. During my second lesson, she said she was resigning as music director, and would only be there for one more lesson. After my third lesson, I was the bass “player”
I spent the first few Sundays, pretty much frozen in fear, playing root notes, and praying, that I didn’t screw up everyone else. I bought bass lesson books, rented videos,(this was 16 years ago) and practiced. I could only afford a cheap Kona bass, that I had to raise the action to almost cello height, to prevent buzz.
Despite all of that, it has become the most rewarding part of my life. The band has gone through 6 different BL, 4 different guitarists, 3 different drummers, but I’m still here. I will never be compared to great bassists, and when it’s my time to go, I don’t expect to be missed. But being part of the ministry, music provides, will be something I will never regret, or take for granted.
Relax, enjoy where God is leading you, and remember, that when it’s for His glory, there are no bad notes!