Your relaxation came to an end as a familiar Megadeth song started up again from the apartment next door. Eddie Munson had moved in a year ago and it seemed like every night it was the same thing — blaring music at all hours. Okay that was an exaggeration, but it still happened frequently!

When you marched over to his door and pounded on it forcefully you hoped he could hear you over the guitar solos. A few moments later, the door swung open to reveal Eddie, head bopping along to the music, hair an absolute mess.

“Well well, if it isn't my good neighbor. Come to join the party?” Eddie ran a hand through his long hair at your exasperated expression. “Too loud again?” He leaned casually against the door frame. “Aw come on, you know you love my music. Admit it, it's the highlight of your day.”