The Shop

>Get that shirt. It seems important/useful/significant somehow. Even if it isn't, you'll still have an extra shirt when you're sweaty.

You fold the garment and tuck it into your bag.



Tacky Shirt has been added to your inventory.

> Quickly ponder "How the heck do they expect you to play a staccato whole note?" to distract yourself. I mean, yeah... for half its time, but it is just shoddy notation, at best.

You briefly contemplate the absurdity of a staccato whole note...
Then realize after that the staccato mark is but an inconveniently placed pin.

>Now hold on a minute. There are two Sams? You're either the luckiest guy in the world, or... IMPOSTER!!!

Sam:
"I'm the only me, thank you very much.
Whatever's behind there... I don't like its presence."


Sam(?):
"Casey? Is that you?
Is there someone out there with you?"

> Second recorder: Play G for one beat
> Third: Play A for one eight(?) beat, then one beat
> First: Pause for one beat
> Fourth: Play E for four beats.
> Unless this is wrong you're the muscisan uere casey

You feel the air of the shop change once more.



Someone is knocking at the front door.


CCPD:
"This is the CCPD. We received a call about a disturbance.
Is anyone there?"


The closet door suddenly rattles.
The Sam on the other side sounds panicked.

Sam(?):
"Hey Casey? Casey!
Open the door! It won't open from this side!
It's coming back!
Casey please open the door!!"

>Eh, why not.
>Let's try to let the other sam out.
>I get a feeling the door's locked from the other side, but let's try anyways.

Your fingers wrap around the doorknob, when Sam suddenly grabs a hold of your wrist.



Sam:
"You can't open that door.
No matter what, you just can't."

There's another knock at the front door.

CCPD:
"Hello? Is someone in there?"

The rattling of the closet grows more frantic along with the voice behind it.

Sam(?)
"Casey?! Please!!!"

You have a choice to make.