College: The Birthday!
It's a slow day in music land and it looks like the rehearsal room will be empty all day. Looking forward to the change in setting after hours cramped in the pegboard lined practice rooms, you sit down to put your sax together. However, the warm room and the early hour are a potent combinationÂ… you fall asleep, drooling all over your spit valve (how ironic, huh?). When you awake, it's night again. Jumping up, you throw everything back in your case and run to the door. But it won't budge and no amount of shaking, yelling, or pounding brings anyone to open it. You spend the night trying out different versions of "happy birthday" on the percussion equipment and playing the blues. Awww.
