I had just moved to a new town and had to start a new school (I'm a senior in high school). I was in the jazz band at my old school and decided to take band there as well. The first day I walked in, I went up to the instructor, introduced myself and said I played the bass guitar. He said, "Umm... We don't have any bass parts. Just go back and stand with the percussionists." I figure to myself, "Ok, easy credit. I just stand back here and look cool." They were preparing for their Christmas show and the percussionists were whining that there were too few of them and too many percussion duties. Apparently it was too difficult for the jinlge bell player to lay his instrument down and pick up a mallet and play the bass drum part. So, the instructor look to me and said, "You do it." "I can't play drums." "You'll learn." So naturally, I f*ck up the first few times by playing too slow, then playing too fast and when I did get the beat down after a few tries I got chewed out for playing the damn thing too loud. And every time I do something wrong and get reprimanded for it, I think to myself, "Gee, I coulda swore the first day I walked in here I said I WAS A FRIGGIN' BASS GUITAR PLAYER!"