The Maestro had been getting the Philharmonic Orchestra ready to perform Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. He decided that since the bass strings were not needed until the last movement he would have them stay backstage until the orchestra came back from their break to perform it instead of having them fall asleep on stage waiting to perform and embarrass him in front of the audience. So they were sitting backstage and getting bored waiting when one suggested that they pop over to the bar across the street where they usually frequented after rehearsals. After a couple of drinks, someone suggested that they had better hurry back. One of the guys said no need I put some string around the score for the last movement so the Maestro can't turn the page so we have plenty of time. So they had another drink and headed back to the theater and were of course late and the orchestra was already onstage. They crept in and took their places and the Maestro was furious. And why shouldn't he have been? It was the bottom of the Ninth, the basses were loaded and the score was tied.



