Gemotions

The caterwauling from the karaoke session next door was a sonic attack. Arthur was convinced his walls were about to crumble. He’d tried reasoning, hinting, even passive-aggressive notes, but nothing worked. The noise just persisted, a constant, unwanted companion.

He pulled on his coat and marched across the lawn, his boots crunching on the gravel. He noticed his hand was shaking as he rang the doorbell. It took an age, a seeming eternity, for someone to answer. The grinning man who opened the door had no idea what was coming.

"Could you, at the very least, sing *less*?" Arthur seethed, fighting to keep his voice steady.