The Singing Neighbor

Sometimes when I walk from the gate of our subdivision to our house, I pass by this house and I hear this very nice melody playing out on the guitar. I try not to stop and listen, not look like an idiot, but it always stops me on my tracks. There's a boy that sings from the balcony and he's got such a great voice. A manly post-adolescent voice. It takes almost all of the willpower I've got not to knock on their door (not for myself, he sounds far too young for me, but for Deb muahahaha yes, I'm the kind of sister who sets her up with singing neighbors) and compliment him. Perhaps the words 'great guitar bass fender marcus miller at guitar center' would make sense to him, although they somewhat make sense to me, but maybe he'd like a bass guitar or something. Anyway, he always sounds crisp and inviting. I like to think that he's really inviting me to listen in, and it's not like I do this--stop walking, take off my earphones and just listen--often. I swear I'm not making this up, his neighbors (we live a few blocks away) and all other people in our village can attest to it!