Ever since I moved to college, my world has been filled with incessant sound. From sirens on the street to the practice rooms in my school, I can't catch a moment of silence. On top of the usual sounds of NYC, I have a noisy neighbor. His constant noise from unusually loud parties remind me of a time where I was the noisy neighbor, an uncontrollable seven year old nuisance cooped up in a small hotel somewhere in Florida, where Gene Kelley and Donald O'Connor were my only friends.