Hey readers, Sébastien (check out my bio!) here to tell you a little story today. This happened in around mid-September at one of our first really important public gigs, the Anvil Centre Grand Opening. The sun was shining, the streets were bustling with curious Vancouverites patrolling the brand new building, and Dysfunktional was getting pumped for our performance. Soon, we’d be stationed on quite a large stage with a giant TV over our heads showcasing our playing (which was really cool) and a few dozen people in the audience. Now, considering this is one of our first gigs, a few dozen people may not seem like a lot but it’s more than what we have practicing in a basement, so we were pretty happy.
The band before us just finished playing and we start lining up to go on, stands and instruments in hand. A big round of applause for the last band, and we start setting up. Before I got used to it, I got nervous pretty easily playing in front of crowds, but this time I was eerily calm. As I was opening up our first song, I sniffle unconsciously. Then I wipe my nose and, oh what perfect timing, there’s blood on my hand. Then the rush of blood flows out of my nostrils and it drips on the ground, my instrument, and my clothing. Luckily I had tissues in my pocket and I ran to Will to tell him what was happening. The look on his face showed me that I had just stressed the situation much more, but he says that I can skip the first song to take care of my bloodied face. I run down the stairs that led up to the stage and quickly try to stop the crimson liquid from running any longer while Dysfunktional starts their first song. Finally, I decide to just shove a clump of tissues up my nose, hope for the best, and run back up to belt out our first song. There was still blood on the bell of my trombone (which is pretty hardcore) as I played but the shirt stains were covered up with free stickers from the Anvil Centre, and we rocked that grand opening!
Our set list went smoothly, my nose had stopped bleeding, and all was good. I’m almost glad that it happened, so now I have a story to tell. Tromboner out.
The band before us just finished playing and we start lining up to go on, stands and instruments in hand. A big round of applause for the last band, and we start setting up. Before I got used to it, I got nervous pretty easily playing in front of crowds, but this time I was eerily calm. As I was opening up our first song, I sniffle unconsciously. Then I wipe my nose and, oh what perfect timing, there’s blood on my hand. Then the rush of blood flows out of my nostrils and it drips on the ground, my instrument, and my clothing. Luckily I had tissues in my pocket and I ran to Will to tell him what was happening. The look on his face showed me that I had just stressed the situation much more, but he says that I can skip the first song to take care of my bloodied face. I run down the stairs that led up to the stage and quickly try to stop the crimson liquid from running any longer while Dysfunktional starts their first song. Finally, I decide to just shove a clump of tissues up my nose, hope for the best, and run back up to belt out our first song. There was still blood on the bell of my trombone (which is pretty hardcore) as I played but the shirt stains were covered up with free stickers from the Anvil Centre, and we rocked that grand opening!
Our set list went smoothly, my nose had stopped bleeding, and all was good. I’m almost glad that it happened, so now I have a story to tell. Tromboner out.