>Be me 19 sophomore in college
>Go to the music halls practice rooms
>Completely deserted everyone is at the Jazz Band's Valentines day swing dance
>Hear a french horn player playing something familiar
>Recognize he is playing "All by Myself"
>He was playing the entire melody and even cut out to play parts on Piano, and sing.
>It was so musical and heart wrenching
>I decided to find which room he was in. I just had to know who this was.
>I find the practice room he is in and I see a kid in his underwear playing the french horn with a bucket of ice cream in the chair next to him. With his clothes scattered over the floor and a back pack in the corner.
>He then see's me and we make eye contact.
>His eyes widen like a deer in the headlights (probably wasn't expecting anyone)
>He starts putting his clothes back on and I slowly back away going back to the practice room I was in.
>Few minutes later the kid walks past my room with one of those horse head things, and the same back pack I saw in the corner on and he stares me down then flips me off while carrying his horn case and the tub of ice cream and walks off
>I had no words for what just happened and kept practicing