I teach piano and very occasionally do playing gigs. I stupidly agreed to play for free at the wedding of a church acquaintance who was throwing everything together very last minute. I met her at the wedding venue a couple of days beforehand to scope things out.
Me: Where’s the piano?
Client: There isn’t one. Aren’t you bringing yours?
Me: Pianos really aren’t portable. If you want piano music, you need to find a venue with a piano.
Client: You have a piano. You could bring it.
My piano is digital, but cabinet-style and still quite heavy. She’d seen it herself. I never transport it to gigs, I didn’t have a vehicle big enough to transport it, and she had never mentioned that I was supposed to supply my own piano in order to play for free at her wedding.
Me: No, I can’t bring mine. Maybe you could just use recorded music.
Client: (angry and panicking) You’ll just have to find a way to get a piano here!
In the end, her more reasonable father procured a portable digital piano and amplifier for me to play. It looked and sounded pretty awful, and the client never talked to me again.
I think I’m okay with that.