The Torture of a Pianist.

I share a flat with two other musicians who also study at the Academy. One plays french horn and the other is a trombone player. Nevermind the fact that brass musicians are generally on the dorky side; what is most disturbing is that my bedroom is situated in the middle between their bedrooms, and they practise in the flat.

On my left is the horn; on my right is the trombone.

My flatmate's boyfriend is visiting from NYC. He is also a musician and of course, he plays the french horn. And of course, he practises in the flat as well.

Currently, all three are simultaneously practising scales and arpeggios in random keys whilst I am sitting in my room going mad. MAD!