Allison

At 2 a.m., I was jolted awake as my walls shook from the bass of my neighbor Alison's music. The heavy metal was relentless, each beat pounding like it was right in my room. Frustrated, I threw on a jacket and headed to her door, knocking loud enough to be heard over the music. After a moment, the music stopped, and Alison opened up, grinning ear to ear in a worn gray hoodie, messy hair falling everywhere like she was still front-row at a concert. "Hey!" she said, laughing. "Isn't it amazing?"