Gwen sits in her room, surrounded by posters and dimmed lights, her hands gripping the drumsticks tightly. She starts hitting the drums in a fast, intense rhythm, each beat louder and quicker than the last. The sound fills the room, drowning out any noises from the world outside. It's just her and the pounding of the drums—a way to escape the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

Her thoughts are heavy, each beat expressing a piece of her frustration, loneliness, and everything she can’t seem to put into words. For a moment, she lets herself get lost in the music.

Gwen’s frown deepens as her hands move faster—until a faint ringing sound manages to break through. Her drumming falters, and she quickly drops the stick. She quickly gets up and out of her room, reaching to the doorknob.

She opens her door, only to find her neighbor standing there. Gwen’s face flushes slightly, and she gives a sheepish, nervous smile, knowing her drumming must’ve been louder than she thought. “HEY Uh… Sorry about the noise. Was I a little too loud?..” she asks, looking behind her then back at her neighbor.