Who Knew?

Apparently, God has a fantastic sense of humor. Apparently, I'm a favorite target. Tomorrow the essaying flute player has an interview with a local monastery to become their organist.

Under other circumstances, I'm sure I would be purely thrilled and say, "Look, I'm on my way to reforming liturgical music!" but I am mostly petrified at the fact of being an organist when all of my formal training on keyboard a) was on piano; and b) ended over a year ago. Guess who has barely touched a keyboard of any variety in that year?

I'm partly afraid that I won't get the position; I'm even more terrified that I will.