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Well I didn't do this, but it involved me, and I wanted to kill her.

The flute section leader started marching on my foot the day of state marching festival. Two of my toes were bleeding, and now they easily get stubed and start bleeding again. Then she blamed me for not having the right interval.

Now, here's the part that got me annoyed when she said that. I was at the wrong interval, yes. Except, I was too close to the other side, toward where we were going. Now, nobody can tell me that something like that is my fault when I'm running into the guy behind me because the girl in front of me is on me and using me as the football field. If I had tried to keep the interval, despite her pushing me with all her weihgt, I would have trpped and been run over by all of the flute, clarinet and alto saxophone sections. I still fell over, though, and broke my last reed. It sucked

FML = love.

My quartet was epic. We could play through the whole thing four times in a row without missing a note or dynamic change. We only got an 'Excellent' at District Solo and Ensemble. FML.



True story...
In all fairness, we did fall apart during our performance -- there was an awkward beat of silence, but then we all just jumped back in and finished it off perfectly. We definitely deserved a superior -- even our BD said so. :B

Okay I have two. one not including me but my instrament
(lol at my Band director) so this was last year and this was the 2nd year that the new band director was teaching at my school, we can call him P-money (it's what we call him whee ). so anyway we had just gotten 5 new sousaphones of corse I was excited. I ran up to P-money and was like "Oh dear god is that what I think it is? can I play it!!" he gave me the evil eye and and said "You can play it but I swear to god if you dent this I will kill you where you stand and dance naked on your grave after they are done filling in the hole" so I put it together and asked him to hand me the lead pipe. he picked it up and then droped it crushing the place where my mouthpeice goes so I am unable to play.

(lol at my luck)
So I was walking up the bleachers for a pep bad game, right before I had asked a one of my friend to titen the screws that hold my bell to the rest of my instrament. and as I got about half way up the bleachers my bell falls off I shoot my arm out to the side and my arm goes through my bell as I catch it on my arm.

none of those are really fml material just funny stories that have hapened to me in band

this was more of my own band thing, but for one of my shows, I accidentally broke the G on my bass while playing a solo... I felt like a tard redface

This is epic.

Lol, speaking of sousa bells, last year, a tuba player, Chris, was walking down the bleachers at the Tennessee State Final Game. (We lost. DX) The bell on his sousaphone had been put on in a hurry (he was very late to the game, he and his brother were touring a college. Chris got into the stands in time to play the Star Spangled Banner, and his brother Brandon got to stand halfway up the stairs playing his snare in someone's ear.) and it fell off and clanged down the bleachers.
About 9 months later, this same sousaphone is being used. Well, until yesterday. This same sousaphone had the same problem: the bell had been screwed on in a hurry. The bell fell off in the middle of setting drill and fell down to the ground. (Soft and wet, so it wasn't hurt this time.) But the sousa's screws don't work well anymore, so it's been sent off to the shop.
The player had to play without his bell for like an hour. He still had a great tone, he just couldn't play loud.

Every time we did anything outside of the band room, I would always forget something for my section, the pit. Because nobody bothered to check my packing, but that's because they're douches.

We went to an away game against our rival school, and as usual I forgot something.
We were able to borrow from them, but boy I felt stupid.

What did I forget?
The big concert bass drum. (and my xylophone mallets but that's not as noticable)

The pit crew parents still haven't let me live it down, and I don't think they ever will. -_-;

FML.

Mine's not as bad as some of the others. Well, I guess you wouldn't say it's that bad.

Okay, during one of our concerts, which was for parents, my section (Alto Sax & Horn) had some solos in a few songs. Well, when we had to play, my horn was making weird gargling noises. gonk I wasn't able to get the spit outta my horn before and my BD said that he knew I could do it on my own. Apparently, I couldn't! I could feel some of the altos stares on me... (Note: This happened to me when I was in 6th grade.)

So that's basically my FML. I know, not as bad.