Only if you strongly believe you need to know this.Xandra wrote:story time?
My first conductor ever was one of those typical orchestra alcoholics of undefined age. He could be right anywhere between 30 and 60. Our principal... well, either he liked this conductor or tolerated him anyway 'cause he was nice to us little stupid kids. I guess I met him when I was... 10? I don't really remember.
So, he was nice to us, not too strict, but he made us do what we had to do anyway. Kind at heart, forever young, drunk at nights. Your average Chaotic Good. Then somebody framed him and he had to leave. Awful.
Then there was mr. L., old (well, nearing his fifties), strict, harsh, typical Lawful Evil. People around tend to worship him 'cause he's great and hell, he deserved that. I hated him, but he knew what's he's doing, 'cause, like, you need different approaches for little loyal kids between 8 and 14 and for grown misloyal teens past their 16, so he choose the path of terror. Worked fine for us.
I mean, you know, he was a fine guy in everyday life, but as soon as he came to our rehearsals, he changed his attitude completely.
And then there was military service for me. In order to get to military orchestra you need to pull some levers. I kinda ignored that (I didn't care in the slightest) and ended in [data expunged]. I said "well, fine" and I had my hands full with military studies and everyday duties. But then sometimes major P. (a real major, like, military rank), our regimental conductor needed me and he summoned me hor his needs.
He sorta didn't care if he's seing civilian musicians in his band (most of it were actually civilians past 40) or a bunch of military [data expunged] who just have needed skills, so he was good to everyone. Lawful Good, if you ask about alignment.
Uh-oh. Yeah, he sorta looks like one of those sax gods I knew.Xandra wrote:The sax god has arrived.