When I joined the marching band, they told me to bring my own drums if I had one available. Since I didn’t at the time, I came to practice empty-handed. A lot of us did. The coaches there provided us with their old set which was quite manageable at first. As I became accustomed to it, the band drums became like an old friend.
However, due to old age, the snare they had eventually lost its old glamour and purpose, until it was no longer bearable to use. With the money I got from summer job, I was eventually able to buy my own. It was not as familiar as the old one, but it was sturdier and had better sound. In a way, I was able to bring my own drums, months after they told me to.