drumming passionately for several hours dressed up as Axl

After drumming passionately for several hours dressed up as Axl Rose, a piece of plaster fell off of the wall. Nana crawled to my studio on her knees begging me to drop the drums and go back to the guitar. (At least I have the first fan on her knees...) The Wall crumbling! women on their knees! see what we, the artists, have to deal with??

headphones on, the ceiling lamps moving, total silence in the house, except for the odd rhythmical scream into the night - "yeah, baby!! oh, yeah!" 
I wonder what the neighbours are thinking though...