Fourth Floor

Apartment #401

"Where's all that noise coming from?"

"Next door."

"I see. Teenagers these days don't know when to stop, do they?"

"Ma!"

"I'm talking about the music!"

"...."

"Tell them to quiet down, would you?"

"We've told them a thousand times but they've never listened. You think telling them once more is gonna change things?"

"Have you told them about my sensitive ears?"

"Yes."

"Have you shown them the doctor's note?"

"Ma."

"Son, they're hurting my ears very bad! I get headaches because of them! I think they've caused my illness!"

[Impatient taps of feet.]

"They haven't, Ma."

"Well, they're hurting me, though! Bad!"

"I know. I've told them and the apartment manager repetitively but nothing's happened. There's nothing more I can do."

"Well, take me to a new apartment where there's peace and quiet and hopes of recovery for me!"

"Ma, you're the one doing most of the shouting, you know. And I'm looking for a good place. I'm trying."

"Gah. It's twelve o' clock. Bring me my medicine."

"Of course."