Alarmingly often I enter my cave of a bedroom at night and hear Dani's voice from somewhere in the dark:
Her words are muffled by the sound of drums being played by our next door (male) neighbors. When I say next door I mean as in we share a wall. As in he might as well be banging his hand on the wall. Or maybe even hanging out in our bedroom banging on the wall. It is usually difficult to discern what they are playing, except for when they play Benny and the Jets for three hours.
On one such night I was in the living room studying as Dani emerged slowly from the basement, manic facial expression and hair askew.
She stood silent for a moment before banging three times on the wall and yelling "BENNY!"
Being the southern belle that she is, Danielle is too nice to say anything to these neighbors. Being the non-southern non-belle that I am, I walked right over to their apartment and down to their lair.
"Hey guys! It sounds really good :) :) :) Hey, so I don't mean to be a brat but my roommates both teach school in the morning and they'd really appreciate if you could maybe stop playing those drums right now."
"Oh, what?? You can hear this?"
"Yeah! Weird I know, but we kinda share that wall."
"Oh, I thought these were my quiet drums."
The shocking thing is, they were genuinely shocked.
Do quiet drums exist???