Mischievous Mind, a blog dedicated to short stories, has one about a conductor:
The conductor’s head snapped to the left to see what happened, his mouth falling open as Tim’s pale hands withdrew from the keys, grabbed at the lapels of his jacket, and yanked the jacket from his body. Loud gasps jumped out from the audience. The rest of the players struggled to maintain cohesion. The conductor, his long face ashen, valiantly marched the orchestra onward through what was supposed to be the great climax of the piece, but the sound drooped without the piano solo, and all eyes were now irrevocably on Tim.
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