The girl in 14 g

Just moved in to 14 g, so cozy, calm, and peaceful: heaven for a mouse like me with quiet by-the-lease full! pets are banned, parties too, and no solicitations. window seat with garden view. a perfect to read a book: i’m lost in my jane austen when i hear…
*dramatic opera*
Say it isn’t so… not the flat below… from an opera wanna-be in 13 g. a matinee of socantota, wagner’s ring, and traviata…
*dramatic opera*
My first night in 14 g i’ll put up with pouccini… brew myself a cup of tea, crochet until she’s fini! half past eight: not a peep, except the clock tick-tockin’. now i lay me down to sleep. a comfy bed to rest my head. a stretch, a yawn, i’m almost gone when…
*scatting noisily*
Now the girl upstairs *laughs nervously* wakes me, unawares. blowing down from 15 g, her revelly. she’s scattin like her name is ella. guess who answers, a cappella…
*escalating transitions between scatting and opera*
I’m not one to raise my voice, make a fuss, or speak my mind, but might i query, would you mind if…could you kindly…
Stoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop…
That felt good!
Stoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop! 13, 15, 14 g, your most unlikely trio, not quite three part harmony,
* all three sing for a minute*