The Girl in 14G - Kristin Chenoweth

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…
Stop…
That felt good!
Stop! 13, 15, 14 G, your most unlikely trio, not quite three part harmony,
* all three sing for a minute*