So I've been recruited by the conductor for our school's production of the Sound of Music. The director and conductor sought me out to play upright bass (because I'm the school's only upright bassist with pit experience) and I agreed. Now, first of all, I generally play soprano/alto/tenor/bari sax in pit orchestras and some clarinet and flute. This is my first production on URB. I hauled my upright bass (because of the pickup/preamp) every Tuesday night for seven weeks, including some Thursday night practices and Wednesdays right after school. Throw in gig bag, grab all the accessories, bow, rosin and throw it in the back of my El Camino, strap it down, drive a few minutes to school and unload it. Then, abdominal surgery prevented me from moving my own bass, so I get the drummer to move it for me. He owed me a big favor, but its still a pain in the butt for me to get him to do it. I spend seven weeks learning everything, getting the bowing, dynamics and everything down perfectly, and they suddenly make a realization. Our pit is at floor level, our stage only rises three feet. An upright bass is six feet tall. So last night, I'm told I'm switching to electric. Opening night is Wednesday, and after seven weeks of practice, they wait til three days before opening night to switch me to slab. Long story short, I spend all this time hauling a huge, heavy, and very expensive instrument around, learning the bowing, dynamics and other stuff, and I'm suddenly too tall for the part, and they need me to sit. Poo on them!