When the next door neighbor split from her husband she consoled herself in loud music - one song, full volume to drown out the crying of the baby, 24 hours a day. The only other person to suffer was the writer of this monologue.

This is a script and can be used as an audition piece for actresses, it is a 'one person play', set in the interview room at the police station.

This monologue has been written for performance. As you read, you become embroiled in the anguish of the confessor. It is almost autobiographical in that the writer was experiencing a problem with her neighbour's loud music at the time. It was written as a sort of therapeutic piece to insure that the ending did not actually happen. Or did it?

This piece is thought provoking, hard-hitting, emotive and honest.

Noise Pollution (loud music) can drive people mad, literally.