The music played. He could hear it through the walls. It wasn't something that annoyed him but more soothed him. It wasn't trap or rock music. It was more indie and lofi. A soft piano and a acoustic guitar played. James heard these sounds only on the weekends. Weekdays seem to become restless and no sleep was earned. But weekends supplied him with his necessary energy. The person across the way never did him wrong. Every tune they played left him wanting more. And sooner or later that person will be his muse.
