xxxxyou can say you only think you know
xxxxplease, there's a better bit of me to see yet
xxxxcause you haven't seen any of my best
xxxxyou know i hate myself without you now
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The building was nice, and Cal was glad he only had to drag his stuff to the third floor. He knew that he probably could have made several trips, but he just wanted to get it over and done with. Juggling his bags was easier said than done, especially considering he'd brought his keyboard from home. Playing at home, he felt like he never had the same level of freedom, feeling like his father was always listening. So he mostly played instrumental pieces, pieces he couldn't criticise. Cal put in his headphones and readjusted his bags before starting the trek up to their apartment.
Opening the door, he dropped some of his bags and nudged them along the floor with his foot as he looked around the apartment. It was nice. Nicer than he'd been expecting if he was honest. A bit of a view, which was always nice. Big, and modern. A year without his father, somewhere as nice as this? He just might make it through the year. Depending on...
His roommate. That little detail had slipped his mind for a moment. He sighed and took out his headphones, looking around for signs that they were even here yet.