The Tap Dancer’s Dilemma played again, blended with the thumping of feet above.
Gerald crashed out of his flat, almost forgetting his cane.
“I’ve had enough!” he screamed, as he stumbled up the stairs with haste.
“Shut that shit off!” he yelled, banging on the door.
So they did.
Gerald regretted this, because then all he could hear was the sound of them breathing.