He can hear his mom hollering at him from inside the house, but he resolutely ignores her and starts in on the intro of

Homesick at Space Camp.

He loses himself in the sharp crack of the drums as he barrels into the first chorus, bass thundering against the garage window panes. Even the added insulation his parents put in after he started playing drums again probably isn 't enough to keep the neighbors from irritably peering out of their windows, nose turned up at the annoying drummer boy going to town on his kit in the middle of the afternoon. Whatever. At least he stopped with that 3 am shit. Fuckers should be grateful.

Even over the half-time shift of some of the songs' hardest tempo changes he can still hear his mom 's shrill voice over the high clanging of his crash cymbal. It 's super fucking annoying. She should be grateful for him camping out here, honestly, instead of nagging him into coming inside to do his laundry or whatever she wants.