In a decidedly uncharacteristic move, I'm going to regale you with a story from a few years ago that was one of the more, shall we say, "colourful" musical experiences of my life.
As an orchestral musician there are many rituals, traditions, and standard accepted practices for behaviour, movement, how to sit, how to breathe, how to ask questions, how to stand, how to do pretty much EVERYTHING when you step on stage for both rehearsals and concerts. This may seem like a odd concept for the uninitiated, but these behaviours have evolved from decades of work by countless musicians and orchestras around the world. (Centuries perhaps even) The results from all of this amounts to order, and an efficient working environment.
So, when one of the orchestras I play with (name withheld) decided to do the "Symphony of a Thousand" (Mahler Symphony No. 8) it was with great joy that I agreed. Rehearsals go as they always do with this group. (A little bit of "old school" prima-donna rubbish from the conductor) So some time wasted, some things rehearsed poorly, some things over-cooked... The usual really.
This symphonic work is VERY large. It requires a large choir and specifically asks for a childrens choir too. As you may or may not know, childrens choirs come with a few chaperones to make sure they don't get bored and run off as this piece of music is somewhat more lengthy than you would expect even the most obedient child to be able to sit through.
So it came to concert night and the choir was filling on stage. The musicians had filed in, the lights were dimmed and the concert master (leader of the violins) walked on and signalled for the orchestra to start tuning. It was around this time that some of the musicians (the ones sitting close the the childrens choir) noticed a peculiar (think brown) aroma wafting forward.
It was painfully clear at this point that one of the children had an "accident" but was too scared/frightened to leave the stage. I'm sure the choir handlers didn't realize how dire the child's need was and prevented him from leaving.
Anyway, to make matters worse, the child remained for the first half of the performance. During the course of which, there are many places where the choir is featured (and stands up) and many places where they are not. (So they sit down again).
With every sit/stand there were tidal-waves of stench that wafted forward. It was so strong that many of the orchestra members thought they might have "gambled and lost" while trying to pass gas.
The concert was several years ago. I don't remember how we played. I just remember this.