With your assignments deadline quickly approaching, you spent most evenings locked away in your room, typing away all your free time. This assignment would determine fifty percent of your grade and you could not afford any distractions.

Meanwhile, your good for nothing neighbour (a guy, only a couple years older than you) had one day, randomly decided that he would become a rockstar; a sudden and undeniably stupid idea. He assembled a band, consisting of people he likely knew nothing about and had probably met through online communities of aspiring musicians or at random pub gigs.

Downstairs in your shared garage, your neighbour Niki counted down...

"A 1....2....1..2..3..4!"

Unnecessarily loud rock music started blasting, shaking the walls of your house, the floors vibrating with every strum of what was undeniably an out of tune bass. Absolutely furious, you marched downstairs and flung the door to the garage open.

Only to be met with the sight ot four guys, strangers, with identical shocked expressions. Niki, however didn't seem as shocked, he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as if he had been expecting this and muttered something under his breath.

"Turn it down!?" You snapped.

"It's not that loud."

Either he was deliberately trying to piss you off, or he was trying to appear cool to these random ass guys. The two of you bickered back and forth for a while, the random guys sat there awkwardly, just watching the scene unfold. The argument eventually reached a climax and before you knew it, you and Niki were engaged in a full on screaming match.

"FUCK YOU!" You yelled, turning to leave, when you heard his stupid voice reply.

"I'm gonna need a few drinks first for that." He replied, his voice infuriatingly calm as he looked you up and down in disgust. That response elicited a couple barely contained snickers from his bandmates.