Auditioned for a pretty good covers band a few years ago - their bass player was "moving on".
I was mailed a full set list and given a week before audition/rehearsal at a not too distant studio.
This went well - playing, attitude was excellent and generally friendly people.
I got the job and was told there were three gigs coming up culminating in a festival about 40 miles away; I was also on an equal share of the money as the rest of the band.
Played the gigs (the keyboard player's mate acting as roadie)and had a great time but didn't hear anymore for a few weeks afterwards.
I rang the guitarist and asked if there was a likely hood of any more work and was told "possibly" so I left it at that.
A month or so later me and her highness were invited to an old friends birthday barbeque and guess who was playing the party?
Yup - the band with the keyboard players mate playing bass or more accurately my bass lines!
I laughed and waited till half-time and went up and said "Hi" - lots of downcast eyes and blushes from the band but, God Bless Him, the bass player owned up - apparently he had been playing in a widdley, widdley band for years before and couldn't get the hang of this best mates bands repetoire so.....
they decided to get in another bass player for a few gigs so he could tag along, watch, record and learn how to do it!
Genius - I applaude them for cheek and inventiveness.
We continue to be really good friends with me now helping out as and when needed.
I am also humbled by the sideways compliment that my bass playing must be acceptable.