Somebody is jamming out at my parents' house, in the parlor, where my studio is set up. They're playing pretty well, but I want to play too.

A drummer wants to jam with me, so I go to the electric piano, thinking that will be a pretty fun combo. But I notice that my keyboard is encrusted with some sort of orange crusty stuff, gathered like dust around the keys, but rubbed off the surfaces from playing. It's embarrassing, since I know a guest was playing on it just a minute ago.