Dear Urban Gyal, what happened that night was completely unexpected!
I was at a house party—well, you couldn’t really even call it that because even though it had all the makings of a party—full house, tons of alcohol, plenty of space, food—it was missing one fundamental piece: music. So although the backyard of the house was filled with people, hands nursing their drinks, it quickly became apparent that it was really boring.
Nearby, the sound of faint chords from a movie soundtrack wafted down from the next door neighbor’s top floor balcony, literally killing the party vibe.
As I listened to the disgruntled mutterings of my friends complaining about how it was possible that the hosts could have thought of everything at this party but music, I considered the opportunity that lay just a doorstep away.
Obviously the movie music was loud enough for us to hear it down in the backyard of the party, so perhaps there was a way to convince the neighbors through a simple invitation to liven up their playlist and possibly save the party. After a few drinks I decided I would take it upon myself to do the convincing.
I left the party and walked next door to the large, quiet residence, unsure of what or who to really expect. I knocked on the door and waited. There was no answer. I knocked again, louder this time. There was still no answer. There was no way that nobody was home. Who leaves music playing when they leave the house? I thought. I reached for the door handle and tried to turn it. It opened.
Hesitantly, I walked into the house, calling out “Hello?” a few times, still to no answer. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking, but I crept up the stairs of the strange home, following the sound of the music.
Perhaps the sound was too loud for the residents to hear and I hoped I would eventually run into the person who was playing it. I arrived outside the bedroom door where the music was coming from. Quietly opening the door, I saw that the sound was coming from a laptop. The room was absolutely empty. Suddenly, I heard a male voice behind me from the doorway.
“Hey, what are you doing in here?”
As I spun around I saw that it was not directed at me. I saw a tall gentleman, about 6’4, standing at the top of the stairs looking down at someone I could see down there. I immediately walked toward him, not wanting him to think any foul play was at work.
The person at the bottom of the stairs to whom he was speaking pointed up at me and said, “What about her? I followed her here.”