I Want To Write You A Song - C.H

The hardest part of it all was moving to a new flat, or so thought Jess when she had arrived to the building, with thin paper walls, and incredibly loud noise coming from either side of her apartment. Jess had no problem with it, at first. It was sort of okay to hear her neighbours from downstairs complain about the lack of vegetables they had, or when her neighbour across her apartment read aloud Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet with metal music in the background. It was -in a way- awful, but Jess had found the way to block the sounds by buying a TV, and plugging her headphones in.

But what happens when she buys such a cheap TV that after some weeks it breaks down, and her headphones were suddenly drenched in vanilla ice-cream from the day before?