Just a little anecdote from the band room... yes this is a true story...
The class period was ending, though to ask anybody in the room, you'd hear that we were just tired of playing for the day and thought we'd best put our instruments away if we were to do something outside of band.
I put Lionel (my bone, if you didn't know) back into his case (the only blue case in the band, cuz my sweet little bone's special) and lumbered back to my cubby through the mass of people doing stuff. As I walked past the trombones, though (this was concert band period, don't ask why I had Lionel out), I heard a greeting.
"Hey, Lionel!" The third chair bone, who happened to be the same guy who taught me to march at band camp the past summer, grinned and waved. Then he paused. "Oh, hi Jareth. I didn't see you there."
You know you're been in band too long when people talk to your instrument before they talk to you.
The class period was ending, though to ask anybody in the room, you'd hear that we were just tired of playing for the day and thought we'd best put our instruments away if we were to do something outside of band.
I put Lionel (my bone, if you didn't know) back into his case (the only blue case in the band, cuz my sweet little bone's special) and lumbered back to my cubby through the mass of people doing stuff. As I walked past the trombones, though (this was concert band period, don't ask why I had Lionel out), I heard a greeting.
"Hey, Lionel!" The third chair bone, who happened to be the same guy who taught me to march at band camp the past summer, grinned and waved. Then he paused. "Oh, hi Jareth. I didn't see you there."
You know you're been in band too long when people talk to your instrument before they talk to you.