In the fall of my freshman year of high school, I auditioned to be in the band for the homecoming show. The homecoming show was a student-written, student-produced comedy show along the lines of SNL. It was the first time I had auditioned for anything.
I walked into the audition room, dragging the high school's old plywood gut string, string bass, that I had played in Orchestra.
The music director, a woman in her twenties (wearing a brown suede suit with fringed sleeves and back) who had recently graduated from the school, and a senior man (with a gigantic mop of curly black hair) were jamming on guitars. I distinctly remember her Martin Dreadnaught and the enormous ringing sound it made. The guy was playing lead riffs on an OM-style Guild acoustic, but not quite in the league of the music director's - probably some CSNY tune.
I wanted to check my tuning, so I very quietly tried the harmonic on my G and D strings.
When they finished, the director turned to me and said, "Hey, what you were playing there, that sounded great!" The guy nodded in stoned agreement. I got the gig.