I remember I used to play the trumpet in band. Then I switched to the French horn. That was just a bit embarrassing, but I think that I didn’t really know how to say no to people yet.
If I did, I would have said something like “hey, I’m not really interested in this.” Instead, I wound up just going with it, and I’m not really sure if I regret that to this day.
It seems to make for an interesting couple of sentences and a story when retelling, but not too much outside of that.