Gemotions

He could feel the vibrations through the floorboards. The incessant, thudding bass had been a steady companion for the last hour. He’d tried to ignore it, to focus on his Sudoku, but the rhythmic pounding was a constant distraction.

The doorbell, when it finally sounded, was a blessed relief. It meant he could confront the problem.

He was met by a teenager, all baggy clothes and sullen eyes. “Yeah?” The boy’s tone clearly indicated his lack of regard.

"The music," he began, his voice tight. "It's quite loud."

The boy shrugged. “Sorry, man.” He didn't move. The music did not change.