A Room With A View

I couldn’t believe this day was finally here. After weeks and weeks of searching, I had finally found the perfect apartment. I secretly snickered as I thought of everyone back home who didn’t think a lil’ country girl could make it on her own in a big city. I’ll show them! Of course, deep down I wasn’t always so sure I would make it either.

I definitely didn’t believe I would ever be living in an apartment like the one I just found either. It was a beautiful one bedroom corner apartment on the 31st floor with two walls of windows. During the day, the apartment was flooded with afternoon sunlight and on clear nights, I could see for miles.

As I pulled my car up to the building I thought back to the day I called my realtor about this place. I had stumbled across the listing as I was leaving a restaurant with some friends. I still didn’t understand why the realtor was so hesitant to show me this place, especially since it was in my price range and was way nicer than any of the other dumps she had me walking through. I reached across the seat, grabbed a box and shut the car door with my hip. Guess I had better get this production started!

After a long day of moving and unpacking I decided to call it a night. I poured myself a glass of wine and stretched out on my new sofa. I took a deep sip and surveyed my surroundings. Sigh. Seriously, could life get any better then…

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn’t been…

What the!?! My silent serene night came quickly to a halt as “Cotton Eye Joe” came blaring through my ceiling. I watched in horror as my Grandmother’s vase filled with fresh flowers was vibrating its way across my kitchen table. I jumped up to save it from its impending doom as a new, even more painful noise began – a banjo. I tried to block out the noise and find my calm happy place but this ear carnage was just too much for me to handle.

I began to countdown to the end of the song. As the last verse was sung I let out a huge sigh of relief, until….. the song began to play AGAIN! My neighbor continued to play that annoying song over and over again for the next hour till I was on the verge of tears. When it cycled through again I was done.

“Oh hell no! This is going to stop NOW!” I grabbed my keys and stomped towards the elevator. The door slid open and I pounded the button for the 32nd floor. Only a distant rumbling of that God forsaken song could be heard as the doors shut, but I was quickly greeted by the song when I arrived to the floor above.

I began to knock on the door. No answer. The intensity of my knocking increased as my request for acknowledgment was being further and further ignored. In a fit of pure frustration I began violently kicking the door while continuing the assault with my fists. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the latch on the door clicked.

“Can you please turn down your music? I just moved in below you and your music is rattling everything in my apartment. I’m really tired and just want to unwind for a bit so…”

“Yeah no, that’s not gonna happen. This song is how I unwind. After a long day I come home and decompress. You are just gonna have to get use to it missy.”

“I am just asking you to turn it down a bit…”

“And I said, NO! It’s my apartment and I will do whatever I please, when I please and for as long as I please.”

“Well you don’t have to be such an ass. I was just asking you to consider someone other than yourself.”

“And I don’t have to listen to one little word that comes out of your pretty little mouth!”

“What?? How dare you! I swear, if that song gets played one more time I am going to…”
SLAM

For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Kameko Murakami challenged me with “If that song gets played one more time, I swear I’m going to…” and I challenged Fran with “If you could invent something to help mankind what would it be?”