Unfiltered Story #32704

(I’m trumpet section leader at my school, and am holding a trumpet sectional in the lobby of the school’s auditorium. Note that my section is a closely knit group of three guys and two girls (including myself), and we all tend to joke and horse around with each other. We start going over one of our songs. Everything goes smoothly until someone plays an F#, while everyone else plays an F. The resulting sound is hideous, to say the least.)

Everyone: “Ugh!”

Me: “Okay, what lame-butt played the F#?!?”

Trumpet #1: *raises hand slowly* “Me.” (He starts backing away quickly towards the long exit hallway.)

Me: *to another trumpet player* “Hold my trumpet for a sec.”

(I end up chasing Trumpet #1 all the way down the hall and back. We were all laughing hard when we resumed playing. I love my section.)