Neighbour

4.

The amazing taste of melted cheese on a piece of bread mixed with crushed tomatoes and some darn good pepperoni. The perfect meal to eat away your feelings with. Eddy just wanted to forget all about the audition, about the jury, about really messing up that Bach to the point where the concert master stopped him halfway through. 

That's why it was so frustrating to hear the same goddamned piece he had played at the audition through the wall with the violin god he had as a neighbour playing it. 

The worst part was that it started out sounding like he had just found the sheet music after ten years and then made it sound like he might perform it on a stage in front of thousands of people in the course of an hour. Why wasn't this guy a well known soloist yet? 

Unfortunately, the beautiful sound came to an abrupt halt with the ding from the elevator. The violinist never played when his boyfriend was there, which was odd to Eddy. Why wouldn't he share this beautiful music with the guy he loved? Surely he would be able to appreciate it, even if he wasn't classically trained, or even a musician at all? 

It didn't matter, though. Eddy was just happy to not have the reminder of the terrible audition anymore. He was just waiting for the email thanking him for showing up and wishing him good luck on his journey at this point anyway. Might as well just lie down on the couch and feel bad about life for a bit, right? 

That was of course not how that would go. Of course, this was the day his neighbours had decided to start fighting. 

"Mike, you're drunk. Please just go to sleep," he was pretty sure he heard his neighbour say in a relatively loud voice followed by some steps and a light thump. Then came the displeased groan from the buff man. 

"Shut up Brett, just come to bed with me. Be a good boy, now." 

Eddy found himself gagging a bit at the sleazy voice and the knowledge of what would come after. The smaller man always seemed to let himself be talked into sex eventually, and Eddy was so not ready for those sounds through the wall. The creaks of the bed, the tiny whimpers from the smaller and the groans from the other. No thanks, that was not a good soundtrack for his temporary self loathing thanks to the bad audition. 

That's why he was so surprised by the answer that seemed unexpected for both him and this Mike guy. 

"No, babe. You always go so hard when you're d… " 

Eddy decided he was not interested in hearing how Mike was in bed when he was drunk and rolled out of the couch, heading for his bathroom. He assumed Mike would be successful after a bit if convincing anyway, so it seemed like it was time to go to bed. Or well, at least to lie down in bed and scroll on twitter for a few hours until he passed out. He had the whole of the following day off anyway, giving him plenty of time to feel bad for himself then. No need to rush it.