Itchy Fingers

So today at dinner I had this song stuck in my head, (Debussy's Arabesque, my favorite classical piano solo EVER) and I was being typical nerd Joelle and playing piano on the table absentmindedly. The girls all made fun of me, and then Emily reminded me that there is a piano in the lobby of her dorm, which is right next to ours. So I ran back to the room, grabbed my books, and we all headed over to Emily's dorm for a free concert for everyone except me - which I was totally okay with, seeing as which I've been musically deprived ever since I moved in.

Then we get to her lobby to find that there's no bench for the piano - never a good sign - so I roll over a chair. And... ewwwwww. The piano's ridiculously out of tune, so badly it's disgusting, as if no one's played it for years. Which I suppose is possible. So then we ran around Emily's dorm looking for these practice rooms that were supposedly in the basement (a LIE, by the way), ended up getting locked in the basement, and had to go out a back door and circle around to the front.

All that, and I still haven't found a piano. -cries-