One of the things I had been enjoying about the band I'm in is our director's stories which make us all laugh. I would suspect that there are several here that have had some funny or embarrassing things happen to them while playing their horns. It might be a good time to share those with the rest of the gang.
My most embarrassing one happened a very long time ago while in my high school marching band:
We had been practicing for a back to school event at the football field. During one of the routines, each of the squads would have different members turn different directions. I was to go the opposite direction of the one next to me. During our practices, there was a moment when the member next to me always turned to the right, which meant that I was to turn to the left. As I had trouble knowing my right from my left in those days, I relied on that person's movement to determine which direction I was to go. When that fateful day came, the member wasn't present so we marched with a gap in the line. Of course, I turned when the person on my right turned, but it was the wrong person. The band proceeded in unison one direction, while I marched off completely on my own in the exactly wrong one! I had my own one-man marching band until I realized that I needed to get back in line. I don't know how far away I was before I high-tailed it back into the ranks. I don't think there are any films of that day, for which I am very grateful!
Ok, time for the rest of you to confess!
My most embarrassing one happened a very long time ago while in my high school marching band:
We had been practicing for a back to school event at the football field. During one of the routines, each of the squads would have different members turn different directions. I was to go the opposite direction of the one next to me. During our practices, there was a moment when the member next to me always turned to the right, which meant that I was to turn to the left. As I had trouble knowing my right from my left in those days, I relied on that person's movement to determine which direction I was to go. When that fateful day came, the member wasn't present so we marched with a gap in the line. Of course, I turned when the person on my right turned, but it was the wrong person. The band proceeded in unison one direction, while I marched off completely on my own in the exactly wrong one! I had my own one-man marching band until I realized that I needed to get back in line. I don't know how far away I was before I high-tailed it back into the ranks. I don't think there are any films of that day, for which I am very grateful!
Ok, time for the rest of you to confess!