I grew up on military bases. We often were treated to performances by the Air Force band at my grade school. As a trumpet player, I was in awe of the first trumpet and thought that must be the coolest gig on the planet.
Well, the coolest gig in the Air Force, anyway. Compared to patrolling the flight line in subzero weather or skinning your knuckles under a truck. (Actually, my dad had the coolest job, flying airplanes. But I knew you had to go to school for that, and playing trumpet in the band seemed like a more reasonable dream.)