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There must have been some bad turkey getting eaten last weekend, because there were quite a few important people missing last night, including the concertmaster and her assistant (who's always there). Somehow this meant that yours truly got tapped to sit first chair for the evening. Not that I mind; I'm one of the few who isn't afraid to sit up front. It's just a lot more pressure than most people are used to, especially when there's a solo or two.