Jason: Hi. Haven’t seen you around here before.

Allison: That’s odd, because I feel like I’ve been living in this building all my life.

Jason: You say that like it’s a bad thing. I love this building. The rooms are clean, the people are nice, and you can’t beat the view.

Allison: That's because you’re new. You love it now, but things change. Love in particular has a habit of being fickle.

Allison: (Sigh) You know when I first moved in here, I was just as wide-eyed as you are now. Every night I’d come out on this balcony and watch the lights go out one by one. Sometimes I’d even bring my guitar and sing the whole city to sleep.

But time goes by and that feeling fades. It doesn’t matter if you’re out here to sing or scream. In the end you realize no one can hear you either way.

Jason: That’s not true. I hear you. I hear it when you laugh, when you scream and when you cry. And maybe I’m the only one in the world who does. But the fact that I’m here, listening, that has to mean something too.