Story time for you Band Geeks
Back in high school our concert band was playing a piece with a few movements of star wars music, the first movement being the rather dramatic Duel of Fates (its that choral piece that plays whenever shit gets intense in the movies.) Well of course its one big build up to a very loud ending. Being the only flute who enjoyed playing piccolo in the group, I of course wound up with the part that had me in a register that was ungodly even on flute. The final notes of the piece were truthfully more high pitched squeeling than actual music. Well, the final rhythm bit is just that same note repeated twice, then a break, and repeat that three times. Right after that is the big timpani solo when everyone else goes quiet. Our first actual run through of the piece, our timpani player didn’t come in, though it hadn’t been an issue before then. While our band director was doing his typical “omgwtfbbq” freak out, the kid was apologizing saying he thought the fire alarm was going off and was very confused why weren’t getting ready to leave for a fire drill. Except there was no fire alarm. There hadn’t been any fire alarm. Now the band director was confused and the poor kid thought he was crazy.
And it kind of dawned on me.
I slowly raised my hand and the entire freaking band (and orchestra since we were combined for the piece) turns to look at me.
That is how my piccolo came to be known as the fire alarm.