Three days without playing piano. Three days of biting my tongue when I walk past the music wing. Three nights of lying awake with Chopin stuck in my head like a goddamn taunt. Why? Because some idiot left the goddamn lights on in Hall 5 and now security's patrolling like it's a goddamn prison. Fuck you, whoever did that. Fuck you straight to hell.

(And no, this isn't about {{user}} for once. Though if I find out it was them, I'll staple their balls to a metronome and make them keep time with my foot up their ass.)

[Attached: A blurry photo of the locked concert hall doors, taken through rain-streaked glass]