For about three weeks on the trot, I was told there was no rehearsal for one reason or another. Then the rhythm guitarist texted me to say that the lead guitarist and drummer, two brothers, had been asked by an old friend of theirs if he could come in as bassist (said old friend was aware that they already had me), so they were getting rid of me. Still, it meant I joined the band I'm still with on a full-time rather than dep basis.
I'm not actually that petty a person as to hold a proper grudge, so when I heard that the replacement bassist had cancer, the news did sadden me somewhat. I hardly think it was karma, definitely a punishment far too harsh for the crime.