The spaces spell out F A C E, reading bottom to top. When I was the drum major (did I mention that I was?) we couldn't get anyone to carry a piano in parades, but then you couldn't hear it anyway. The worst to carry (cause I had to be chivalrous at the end of a parade, carry some ladies instruments) was not the Sousaphone but the fucking bass drums. You have to carry two, really, to balance the weight.