"Sam!" Mrs. Weaselton yelled, "Turn your music down. I can hear it down the hall!"

Sam barely heard his mother over the cacophony of drums and guitar solos, but knew that she was yelling, and figured it was about his music.

"OK!" he hollered, unplugging his iPhone from the speakers he and TJ had in their room, then plugging in the headphones. "Is that better, Mom?"

Not hearing a response, Sam figured the problem was solved, and went back to rocking out.

Art by  LilChu
Sam © me
Rainbow prism © Pink Floyd
Music © vibrating air molecules