A letter of apology to my neighbors

Dear neighbors:

For those of you who are actually home right now, let me offer an apology. No one deserves to hear me belt out Mr. Brightside at the top of my lungs eight times in a row. I wish I could tell you I won't do it again, but that's a promise I can't keep. I will promise you this, though. Once I get a job, I'm signing up for voice lessons, so at least I won't make your ears bleed.

Love,
Jess

P.S. I neverrrrr... I neverrrrrrr... I NEVERRRRRRRRR!