As I sat huddled over my laptop in the dimly lit room, the persistent beats of music from the apartment above shattered the stillness. The melodies, like an intruding whisper, wove themselves into my thoughts, tugging me away from the digital trail of Beck I was tracing. My usually controlled mind wrestled with irritation, a subtle undercurrent of curiosity. The room was a canvas splashed with shadows; the music, the strokes of a rebellious artist, creating chaos amidst the order of my meticulous routine. There she started again.... I thought