Depending on the types of gigs you play, there will come a time when you're stuck on stage, when it would be wildly inappropriate and/or unprofessional to do anything but stand there as quietly or unobtrusively as possible. Anyone who's played a wedding will be familiar with this predicament. Usually the bride's father or the best man or the maid of honor or whoever will come up on stage between tunes to make an announcement or give an impromptu speech. The same goes for corporate events. Usually the person in charge will take a moment to thank the employees and/or give them a motivational speech. Ideally, you could escape the stage but usually there isn't enough time or forewarning to do so. Sitting down and out of sight would be nice but often times, it's not possible. It'd be a good time to check your emails, texts, or ballgame scores but that'd be unprofessional. I usually take this time to stare blindly in the direction of the audience and space out or more often, check out the "talent" in the room. I make a conscious effort to force a smile or chuckle whenever the speaker cracks a joke. It's usually an easy going, light hearted time. On a recent gig, I withstood the most difficult instance of standing quietly and unobtrusively I've ever experienced. I was playing a memorial for someone who had committed suicide and for 30 minutes or so, I just happened to be stuck directly behind and slightly above the pulpit where attendees were making speeches and telling stories about the deceased. There were some bright moments like the first speaker who related that the deceased would've been absolutely pissed that the lighting was so ****ed up (the deceased was a foul mouthed lighting director) or the girl who had to be taught how to use a broom since she never had before but for the most part, it was absolutely brutal. Most speakers were heartbroken and quite a few were unable to hold it together. I'd be lying if I said it didn't get to me. The saving grace was that I was turned sideways and didn't have to look into the eyes of the audience...that probably would've pushed me over the edge. In the end, I held it together and was honored that I could provide some music to help the bereaved through their hour of darkness. Has anyone had any similar experiences?