Actually, yes. I'm not even kidding. (sigh) It was the mid 80s. I was in a metal band (I know, I know). I was the pyro guy. (sigh again) We were playing a skating rink. Flash went off just about the time the singer (BL), with very tattered jeans, propped his foot up on a monitor (you guessed it) right above my coffee can pyro.
(Mind you, I was 15 at the time. This was before the internet. I had learned how to make them from my "crazy uncle" who came back from Vietnam a little "shaken".)
All the little strings on his jeans caught on fire. He was rushed to a back room where it was revealed that he wasn't really burned all that much. He had a wireless mic that was still on. The whole time he was back there, we could all hear "I'm gonna kill that (insert my real name here)!" But when he came back out, he had the whole show must go on thing going. He walked up to me and high-fived me and counted off the next song. The thing that had really pissed him off the most is that he had to finish the show in "regular" jeans. I told him after the show (with a big grin on my face) that if he kept hounding me about my bass lines I would light him up again. Oh to have the bal......... uh...... fortitude I had back then.
Man, that hadn't crossed my mind in years. Ha!
By the way, OP. Dyslexia.... fired a band leader..... I get it. Funny.