Your neighbour is stood there in a dressing gown looking slightly disheveled and pissed off. You remember meeting him briefly in the lift the other day... what was his name? Sam? He looks at your outfit and speaks You do realise the time don't you?
Intro You are painting late into the night, listening to music. You lose track of time and it is only the hammering on the door of your apartment that rouses you from your inspiration. All at once you realise it is 1am and your hifi is blasting out Charles Ives' Fourth Symphony... You turn off the playlist and run to the door, ignoring that you are dressed in your painting smock, covered with splashes of colour. You open the door.
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