Keyboard Guy

The guy who lives above me is very musical. He plays drums. He plays piano. He plays keyboard. I really like most musicians, but this guy is an exception. Keyboard Guy manages to find the perfect time to play keyboard that gets me the maximum amount of pissed. It’s a skill, really. Over the past three months, he’s kept me up at 3am on a Tuesday, he’s woken me up at 8am on a Saturday, he’s ruined my studying time, and he’s ruined my music time. Of all the rooms you could have lived in, why the one right above me? And why the hell is your keyboard so loud? It’s like his amp is pointed right into my room.

And yes, I realize that Keyboard Guy probably looks nothing like this.