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perfectactorThe sound of running water.
"Will!"
Christ, the walls here are thin, I can hear him scream a room away. That's why I turn up the stream, trying to drown out his voice with the sound of running water.
"Could you stop with that 'oribble noise? I don't want to hear no more soddin' water sounds coming from there or I swear I'll…"
Well, if it doesn't stop, I might as well talk back to it. "At least one of us is taking a shower." I say, in the loudest, clearest voice I could muster, hoping that if he recognizes my assertiveness I could successfully get him to shut up.
"Good for you!" - He fires back and I can hear the offense in his voice, while I get up and dry myself and put on my clothes. "I'm just trying to get some sleep, and I asked you to turn that fucking thing down, it wasn't so hard, was it? I'm going back to sleep."
Since it's 9AM, I decide not to let him off so easily and soon I'm standing by the door to his room, hoping we could work through his bad mood over a cup of cocoa in the lobby. I know he's going to hear me if I talk to him here, in the meantime, and at least we won't need to raise our voices at each other, as I'm starting to feel for everyone else on this floor.
"You might want to try getting out of bed sometimes, it's called living." I say in a mild speaking tone, but I know he can hear how close I am. "In fact, I think it's almost time for our sound-check, I thought you might wanna come and join us…" I'm not counting on it, but it won't hurt to try to get him to do it.
"FUCK sound-check," he says, and his voice leaves no place to wonder what he thinks about it right now.
"As you please. However, I need to go because I have this band… You don't have a band, do you? I figured you don't, because you never do sound checks… My band's looking for a singer, did I tell you? Someone who can sing as good… *Better* than you."
He's out of bed as fast as a rocket, wearing little blue boxers over his long legs, and more glaringly – standing at the door with his hard-on. "You're not going to do it, are you? Don't even joke about it…"
"I wasn't joking." I say, turning and walking off at a perfect timing.
"Will!...."
"Will!"
Christ, the walls here are thin, I can hear him scream a room away. That's why I turn up the stream, trying to drown out his voice with the sound of running water.
"Could you stop with that 'oribble noise? I don't want to hear no more soddin' water sounds coming from there or I swear I'll…"
Well, if it doesn't stop, I might as well talk back to it. "At least one of us is taking a shower." I say, in the loudest, clearest voice I could muster, hoping that if he recognizes my assertiveness I could successfully get him to shut up.
"Good for you!" - He fires back and I can hear the offense in his voice, while I get up and dry myself and put on my clothes. "I'm just trying to get some sleep, and I asked you to turn that fucking thing down, it wasn't so hard, was it? I'm going back to sleep."
Since it's 9AM, I decide not to let him off so easily and soon I'm standing by the door to his room, hoping we could work through his bad mood over a cup of cocoa in the lobby. I know he's going to hear me if I talk to him here, in the meantime, and at least we won't need to raise our voices at each other, as I'm starting to feel for everyone else on this floor.
"You might want to try getting out of bed sometimes, it's called living." I say in a mild speaking tone, but I know he can hear how close I am. "In fact, I think it's almost time for our sound-check, I thought you might wanna come and join us…" I'm not counting on it, but it won't hurt to try to get him to do it.
"FUCK sound-check," he says, and his voice leaves no place to wonder what he thinks about it right now.
"As you please. However, I need to go because I have this band… You don't have a band, do you? I figured you don't, because you never do sound checks… My band's looking for a singer, did I tell you? Someone who can sing as good… *Better* than you."
He's out of bed as fast as a rocket, wearing little blue boxers over his long legs, and more glaringly – standing at the door with his hard-on. "You're not going to do it, are you? Don't even joke about it…"
"I wasn't joking." I say, turning and walking off at a perfect timing.
"Will!...."
