Write about your most embarrasing moments in marching band or moments where you wish you were somewhere else.

Background Story: For our show we needed to have crotales in front of the xylo so that my friend Gina could play both since the parts were very closely put together and they were practically identical. The thing was that our crotales were very old and so was the xylo so we had no way of setting them up in front of one another. That's when Gina came up with the bright idea of ghettofying everything. I played Marimba along with our friend Aimee, so what did we do? We put the xylo in between both marimbas, got the bar of one of them and set it up so that the bar would be hooked on both marimbas and smack dab in front of the xylo (confusing I know). It was the only way of setting up the crotales in front of the xylo, and it worked great.

Real Story: Now everyone knows that the PIT has to run on the field to make sure everything is set up right and since our PIT has always been big we ran like there was no tomorrow. The other band's PIT hadn't let yet but they only had a couple of stuff left. The school that was conducting the competition had cars helping the PIT move their stuff. I had grabbed the bar and left it on the ground right in front of the podium. Low and behold on of the schools crew members confused our bar for the other bands equipment and put it on the cart. They basically drove off with our bar. I turn around to see the bar gone and notice the cart moving away. Me being the section leader for the PIT yelled for them to stop but I guess they didn't hear me. I told our instructor who said to just go on without it.

Now we got over the whole bar and no crotales thing but its what happened next that scared me and Aimee. Our band is known for our percussion section playing insane parts because our band director is a percussionist and he writes all our music. So me and Aimee are in the middle of a bunch of runs when we noticed the crew guy bringing the bar back. I'm relieve till I notice what he starts doing...he yanks the marimbas so that he can set up the bar. Aimee and I start praying to every single god, deity, w/e imaginable. "OMG OMG OMG OMG PLEASE STOP IT!" was all that we could say. Somehow we managed to not mess up during our 12 measure 16th note run. lol