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I arrived to the gym in Malta, NY at the end of July. I was a shoe-in, due to the senior member of the family was the bass player friend of mine. According to my friend, his Son A.(as I'll call him for now) wanted to hire someone else, seeing as I had no resume, and my friend ,(owner/bass player) F.(we'll call him for now), sort of strong-armed him. "I want you to give this guy a shot" were his words on the phone to me after getting hired. I was given a quick tour, and a key, I was told to come in for a two-hour training session. I should have known that something was wrong from the start, when the person who said to show up, didn't show up. I met the manager at the time M.(we'll call him), and he said it was his fault, that I was an hour early...I was hooked, because I'm not used to management admitting fault, I liked the guy.