Have you heard her song? The quiet one. She’s lots of fun. Until it’s done. The screaming comes. Have you heard his yawn? Pupils dilated and withdrawn. In the middle of her song he starts it. You must have heard his fit. If you have, you’d know it. The walls begin to show it. They sour and curl with the sound. The noise picks up all around. Turn anything up just to drown them out. Throw a party. Play and dance around. Man, this nightlife’s on fire. Walk the town. Fuel desire. Rock those brand new platform heels. Burn some rubber. Spin some wheels. Anything to not go home.