Mine’s a little different. I was running sound for a local dance production in a 450 seat theater and as we did every night was participating on the intercom/headset with the other crew, telling jokes and talking smack. Toward the end of the show I started talking smack about this biker guy (the show features a Harley and this guy was one of the Harley guys) who required some babysitting since he would get so wrapped up in being cool backstage that he’d almost miss his cue. Anyway, so I’m jabbering and simultaneously go to open the second CD player to cue up the curtain/post-show music and accidentally open the first CD player, which stops the soundtrack at the fucking climax of the show. So, I go into a full bore panic, and the dancers, thankfully, are covering the silence with some grace. The director tells me to cue it to 2:49 or whatever, but the counter on the CD player, which is ancient and takes 30 seconds to reload and read the CD isn’t set to give me that number/time. So, I at least turned the house speakers down, but the stage monitors where still on and playing the sound of me FF through the final track and I just fucking guess at the spot, which completely throws off the timing of one of the choreographed interactions. Since I was still kind of a virgin with that crew, I got some sympathy, but I was sick until well after the show ended. I still shudder sometimes when I think about it.