Saved by the Bass?

I play piano for the praise band/choir at the Catholic Newman Center here on campus. No, I'm not Catholic. But the Wesley Foundation - no offense, they're pretty cool - just wasn't doing it for me. And, being a musically-inclined sort of person, I was going a little stir crazy not having an outlet for my awesome piano skillz.

I've been playing with them for almost the whole school year, so around three or four months. And it's kind of awkward, not gonna lie, being the only Methodist in a building full of Catholics at Mass. I mean, no one taught me the little creed thingy they chant before communion (which they call the Eucharist, which is cool, but I was confused at first) and there's a whole lot of standing/sitting/kneeling that I haven't quite gotten the swing of yet.

Anyway, yesterday was the first Sunday I'd been back to Mass since before Christmas break, and I immediately had a miniature freak-out because there was a new person who looked mysteriously like my friend Scott, only with black hair. AND he plays bass. I'm not even kidding. Craziness.

So after my initial freak-out, I noticed that Russ (that's his name) was asking a lot of questions about the service, and I was like, "Are you not Catholic?" and he said (sarcastically) "No. Crazy, right? I'm Methodist." And I went, "No way! I'M Methodist!" We gave each other a big high-five, and decided that we were gonna be best friends.

Amy (the band leader) joked, "Uh-oh, they're revolting!" WOOT! Methodists, represent!