Gemotions

The incessant drumming made Sarah’s teeth ache. She was attempting to concentrate on her painting, but the vibrations were making the canvas tremble. It was the house next door, occupied by a group of musicians practicing.

She remembered the frustrating sound of her own artistic endeavors, and the irritation of people wanting her to stop.

She put down her paintbrush, went outside, and made her way to the musician's door.

She knocked, and waited. Eventually, a young woman with a drumstick in her hand opened the door.

"Hi," Sarah said, feeling awkward. "I'm Sarah from next door. I love your music. But… could you turn it down a little? I'm trying to paint."

The woman looked a little abashed. "Oh! Sorry. We didn't realize. We were really into it."

"No problem," Sarah said, smiling. "Maybe… just a little less powerful?"