Gemotions

Sarah tapped her foot, the rhythm mirroring the incessant drumbeat that thrummed through the shared wall. Each pulse felt like a personal affront. She wasn’t bothered by loud music in itself. But this? This was the result of a gamble, a chance to get ahead.

She needed to get her neighbour’s house. She envisioned the added space, the garden, the potential resale value. Her stomach twisted as the noise intensified.

She marched outside, her face set. The party spilled onto the front lawn, a chaotic scene of brightly lit figures and boisterous laughter. She forced a smile as she approached the host. "Lovely party, but could you maybe turn it down just a touch?" she asked, her voice laced with honey. It's too loud and she needs them to stop so she can go and buy the house.