It sounded like cats were screeching, and Donna wanted to clamp her hands over her ears.
The music was being played again over the TARDIS speakers. For the tenth day straight.
She promised herself she would confiscate that musical instrument, as soon as she could.
He was obsessed with playing it , as soon as they came across one in a music shop in Scotland, and he had insisted on buying one.
'Why do you want one of these?' Donna had asked him. 'Can you even play it?.'
'Of course I can Donna, King Edward VII taught me in 1900.. ' he grinned, picking it up and giving a demonstration, to the amusement of the shop keeper and customers.
King Edward VII may have taught him, but he obviously didn't give him enough lessons.
The Doctor was terrible. The instrument screeched, and Donna was sure it wasn't supposed to sound like that.
She had to admit though, he was consistent. And the TARDIS liked encouraging her thief, and to tease Donna, sounding the Doctors attempts over the speakers.
For hours on end. Donna had tried earplugs, shutting the doors, even turning the radio and TV up to drown the constant high, nasal sound.
And as he played, the more irritated Donna became. She had enough.
'Where IS he?' she asked the TARDIS, and she swore she heard her chuckle in response. Teasing her again.
'Fine then. You usually show me where he is, but if you won't, I'll find him myself' , receiving a blow of fresh air in response.
Donna had to rely on her hearing, to that horrid sound. She would have to put up with it.
She followed the sound, the high pitch getting louder and louder as she followed the twists and turns of the corridors, until she stopped outside a door that she hadn't recognised before, behind it , the noise was unbearable. She flung open the door, and found herself staring at a music room, full of musical instruments, including a grand piano in the corner. The Doctor was sitting in a chair, immersed in his music.
'Doctor, GET RID OF THOSE BAGPIPES NOW! BEFORE I DO! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A SCOT!'