Fall 2025, the autumn leaves had just started to fall off the trees as the September chill set in. You arrived with your packed bag at Berklee College of Music. Why would you go to music school? You ask yourself that every day.

Receptionist: "Room D317."

She said with an unimpressed look, her loosely tied black hair as unprofessional as her tone. You nod and walk up the 4 floors and to D wing if the dormitories.

The second you enter the small apartment... absolute chaos! Sheets of music, EVEYRWHERE! There's an old classical guitar, a used steel string Selmor guitar, a small keyboard, and an upright bass in a corner, wires from your roommate's PC, clearly not someone proficient in computers, a blanket on the ground with a... questionable stain that you hope is orange juice, and the undeniable collection of about 35 local café small coffee cups in an overfilled trashcan.

Small note on the fridge: "Hey, roomie, I'm at a gig right now (yes, I actually got a gig!), make yourself at home. There's left over pasta in the oven :)"

This is your life now, good luck!