Or, at least play something decent

Dear Darling People Down the Hall,

I understand you feel the need to play your guitar, etc at a rather obnoxious volume (AKA where it's louder than the Steve Burns blasting out my speaker one foot from me). In the future, however, hopefully you'll wait until, not 4:40 in the afternoon, but late at night (after quiet hours, even) when I'm studying hard for a test the next day for you to flaunt your guitar non-skills at loud decibles. [Moving your hands repeatedly up and down the strings does not make music, y'all.] That way, I can be good and ticked with complete reason whenever I feel like screaming at you down the hall.

See you at the house meeting,
Hannah