The music switches again, the loud reverberation of drum shaking the glass door and causing Lance to jump. He spins around to shove the door again when he sees the fog on the door and freezes.

Your music sucks ass.

Gasping loudly Lance smears his hands over the foggy message. “How dare you! Go to another room if you don’t like it!”

Fine.

The words appear, then the music cuts off. Rolling his eyes Lance pushes the door open, reaching for his phone, and only finds air. He flings himself out of the shower, looking frantically around where he left his phone with no luck. He turns to the mirror, seeing the cocky message left there.

Good Luck. :)

The indignant scream he lets out in frustration has his neighbor cursing at him from their window.