This isn't Mr. Rogers Neighborhood
Who: Pam and Dawn
When : The day after Dawn's arrival
Where: The 5th Floor
What: Pam meets her new neighbor
Pam was in the middle of doing her mascara when some god awful music came blasting through the door of her hotel room causing her wrist to jerk and her to smear black underneath her left eye. Frowning darkly at her own reflection she quickly repaired the damage ignoring the excuse for music that she could still hear clearly through several layers of thick walls. She had become accustomed to the quiet, in fact she was starting to believe that she was alone on her floor, which was part of what made this sudden blast of sound so surprising. Quickly finishing her makeup, she took in her appearance smoothing her yellow pencil skirt and straightening the black sash around her waist. She even glanced down to make sure the bows on her stiletoos matched before marching across the hall to find the source of that infernal racket. After all, just because she was on a mission to pound some skulls until the sound pollution went away, didn't mean there was an excuse to look less than perfectly put together.
Pounding on the door directly across from her own, she waited not so patiently for the occupant to answer her. "I'm going to tell you what way I want it if you don't open this door right now!" Pam shouted through the closed door in response to the inane lyrics.