Metal Things Backstage

Well, every E Block after a Thursday concert, the task of doing Leonard's gruntwork falls upon the Symphonic Band. We have to move all the chairs, stands, special Mr. Grossman stands, special Mr. Leonard stands and plenty of the other junk accumulated over the WinterFest, back to Room 128 or other designated locations. So I'm retrieving four stands on my second round (two in each hand), and I try to find my way around the navy curtain, and in the backstage darkness, I do not perceive a metal bar below me. I fling myself into a fellow clarinetist's girth, opening my arms to prevent the stands from slashing open our best clarinet player in Symphonic Band. I barely prevent myself from an accidental embrace. Again.

The same thing happened with a violin and stairs at All City Orchestra in 6th Grade. Bah.

-Jar Jar