The Drummer Next Door

The Drummer Next Door

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I pound on the door in hopes of getting whoever it was making all this noise's attention. Instead, a woman in her late 30's to early 40's answers the door with a look of sympathy. "I am so sorry for the ruckus. I have told him to not play his drums after 9 but he won't listen to me." My neighbor says sighing. "Feel free to give him a piece of your mind. Maybe he will listen to you." She grumbles making me laugh slightly. "I am Rosanne Michaels by the way. You must be the daughter I have been hearing so much about." Mrs. Michaels greets making me smile. "Yes, my mother does tend to brag about me." I say with a laugh. "I'm Ava; Ava Moore." I greet back as I step into the house. "Like I said, you are welcome to give him a piece of your mind. His room is up the stairs, last door on the right." She says smiling. As soon as she gave the word, I was up the stairs and banging on his door. It takes a few seconds but then the boy who was keeping me up opens the door. -------------------------- © Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved
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After DC told me I fit the qualifications of someone he'd murder, I never wanted to speak to him again. So I probably shouldn't have blamed him for something he didn't do, against someone he couldn't stand. It sort of cheesed him off... Okay, this is what happened: Patrick Graywake - high school basketball god - lost his diary. I - high school nobody with debilitating shyness - found said diary. Let's just say "circumstances" led me to publicizing the item in question for the entire high school to peruse. And when caught? ... Yeah, I might have accidentally blamed my next door neighbor, DC Birch. Who scares the pee out of me! So now DC thinks I owe him and he thinks I can repay him by singing in his band. And I think I have to because I'm about ninety-nine percent sure he'll kill me if I don't. Now I'm on the radar of an angry jock, a drummer with an anger management problem, a bitter ex-girlfriend, and a possible sociopath... Oh boy.

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