The noise didn’t just fill the house. It invaded it. Bass lines rumbled through floorboards like distant artillery. The kind you feel before you hear. Windows hummed. Floor joists muttered, like they’d had enough. By the stairs, a kid looked one breath away from surrender. He’d clapped his hands over his ears and fled like a hostage released from a nightclub-themed hostage crisis. The floors clung to shoes and memories. E...