At the break, I also met the trombone player. I wish I could remember his name. I went up to him and said I played trombone too. He said, “Great, maybe you will be playing up here one day.” I said I wanted to be in an orchestra. He smiled at me. Then, I innocently said to him, “I saw you puffing your cheeks when you were playing. I thought you weren’t supposed to do that?” He looked at me, smiled again, and said, “Well, you are right. I shouldn’t be. But I am.”

-from the site Frequency Bone (RTWT)

There are several reasons I like this story. 🙂