Our apartment isn’t very sound proof, especially through the front door. Right across the hall from us is a girl we refer to as One-Man-Band. We’ve heard her practice the clarinet, French horn, saxophone and trumpet. They all sound like she’s just learning. We hear lots of scales and the old classics like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star over and over and over and over. Since Rob and I were both in high school band, we’re tempted to go over there and show her how it’s done. When not playing a musical instrument she has worship music blasting and she’s singing along at the top of her longs. Overall, I don’t mind her that much. The further away we are from the door, the less we can hear her. Plus, she only does this during the day, so our sleep is never disturbed.