One evening, as you buried their nose in textbooks, desperately trying to make sense of complex equations, they were interrupted by the rhythmic beats of Paul's favorite rock band blaring from his side of the room.

Your frustration reached its peak, and you decided it was time to address the issue once and for all.

With a deep breath, you marched over to Paul's side of the room, where he was sprawled out on his bed, strumming an air guitar along with the music.