The next morning I wake at 7:00 a.m., as I need to get warmed up and look at a few spots before driving up to Seattle for the 10:00 a.m. call (meaning I need to arrive there at around 9:15). This time I get an even swankier soloist dressing room, complete with its own toilet, sink and shower, plus two windows, but minus the tuner and metromome (I guess soloists don’t need either of those devices).