When I was starting out as an illustrator and designer, I did a few designs for a friends’ band. Album cover, posters, t-shirts, that sort of thing. They didn’t pay me, and I never asked them to. It was a fun project for a buddy.
One day they invited me to rehearsal, which SOUNDED cool, but it turns out rehearsals are really freaking boring. Then, at the end of two and a half hours of hearing half-songs over and over and over, my friend declared:
Client: Okay! Band meeting.
After twenty minutes of some preamble:
Client: You’ve done so much for us that we feel like you’re part of the band. But we’ve been talking about it and we think we want to move in a different direction for our branding.
Me: I mean, that’s fine. I’d be happy to do something else, but also that’s your prerogative.
Client: Well, I think we should put it to a vote. All in favour of hiring a new designer for the band?
Everybody raised their hands, and then looked at me like I had a vote.
In one unnecessary meeting, they basically put me IN the band so that they could MAKE ME VOTE MYSELF OUT.