Gemotions

He felt the tremors of the bass vibrate through the floorboards of his bedroom. A wave of irritation washed over him. This wasn't the first time his peace had been disrupted. He gritted his teeth, a sense of… purpose, perhaps, filling him. He would not allow this to continue.

He pulled on his coat and headed out the door. The hallway seemed to amplify the noise, a throbbing reminder of the disturbance. The door to the offending apartment was slightly ajar. He peered inside and saw a group of people dancing wildly.

He pushed the door open, his expression resolute. "Could you guys keep it down?" he asked, his voice firm and unwavering. He stood there, watching the revelers, his arms crossed. He waited for their response, no sign of retreat.