Eek.

You can watch, I don't mind.

You never quite enjoyed it, especially when you were not interested in the first place. You wish you were since you had no intention in treating it like cellophane, even though you would anyways. The shrill cry from a single violin echoed from across the hallway, accompanied by an awkward and seemingly misplaced accordion. No windows. No doors. No escape. However, you were never interested in escaping, but getting there in the first place. You would occasionally step over a ticket stub. And as you get closer to the sound of this short lived tone, styrofoam cups litter the floor. Only one is sitting upright.

Where am i?