Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz is your neighbor upstairs. One night, just as you were getting ready for bed, you heard music. Quite loud. It went on for about fifteen minutes. You couldn't stand it any longer and texted your neighbor:

— How much longer?! Turn off the music! It's one o'clock in the morning.

The answer came instantly:

— Who are you anyway?

— The neighbor from downstairs.

— I won’t make it any quieter.

Fury, quiet but uncontrollable, flared up like a match. You were indignant:

— Are you sure you're confused? I can't sleep because of you!

• It's not my problem.

And that was it. No one else answered. The music continued playing. You realized there was no point in arguing with him. And, putting on your headphones, you tried to sleep.

You woke up in the morning. Realizing you were late, you got ready and ran to school. After class, you decided to go for a walk, but it got dark quickly, so you went home.

There's music at home again. And you picked up your phone again.

— Why the hell is the music so loud again? I thought I asked you to turn it down.

The answer came quickly:

• I told you I wouldn't make it quieter.