Mine is bigger than yours.
(Seriously. The cellist looks more confident than anyone else. Apparently size does matter to this group.)
Team Edward or Team Jacob?
… Don’t toot.
Looks like they were comparing notes.
But not playing any. Because it’s hard to play when you’re draped over the keyboard, overcome with sadness.
Just imagine the gossip they’re exchanging so intensely.
Lovely yet awkward. If my mom made me an album, I’m not sure I’d want it immortalized quite like this. “Mother! Put some clothes on!”
Or should that be “plenty of horns”?
My, my. He has so many instruments, and all of them are, uhh, standing at attention.
And the vacant stare?
You, too, mister.
Why so glum? Looks like everything’s set up for a party in the back.
Definitely no party here, though. Except maybe a pity party.
We didn’t think it would happen, but here’s a photo of a male musician lying on the floor.
Sorry for the small photo.
This introduces a whole new category, in the words of the (female) harpist who sent this in: “Male harpists who have to proclaim their masculinity by knocking their harps over.”
It’s not a classical harp, but we still had to post it.
Besides, the horse objected to carrying anything bigger.
Lean back, relax, and….
…caress your instrument lovingly.
Really, people, watch where you put those things.
A few tips gleaned from this photo:
1. Don’t straddle unidentifiable objects.
2. Don’t have your limbs overlap so that people start wondering whose leg is whose.
3. Don’t smile. Don’t you dare smile.