...and it just keeps getting better.Vocal Bitch called me Sunday night and left a message on my machine as follows: "I can't play the 14th, I'm not going to sing 'til after the baby's born (4 more months), so I've been told to call and beg you to go to rehearsal tomorrow to see if you can do the March and April gigs".
Fuck off. This absolutely REEKS of Whoremaster.
So I returned VB's call. She said she was told to beg by (drum roll, please) Whoremaster (what a surprise), who informed her that if HE asked me, I'd say "no". Which I did anyway.
And, of course, I called him and told him NO, I don't sing anymore, he's already effectively blown my vocal cords 18 months ago and he's not getting the chance to do it again.
To which, of course, he convinced me to commit to "just TWO rehearsals, I promise! and we'll see how it goes."
I hate him.
So, I'll be going to the next couple of rehearsals before the show on the 14th, which at this point, I'm NOTNOTNOT doing, though somehow, he'll convince me to.
And the bastard has the nerve to say, "you're not going to sabotage the rehearsal like you did last time, right???"
To which I replied, "I so fucking hate you."
"No you don't, you love me... and I love you, too, Avid..."
*sigh*
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
