Some nights I sing to my mom from outside her bedroom door. (OK, maybe a lot of nights.) I demonstrate my full range of voice, which is very varied, by the way. You would think she'd relish these musical interludes, wouldn't you? After five or 30 minutes of aria, do I get a 'Thank you, sweetie'? Do I get a 'Come in, little girl'? No. I get "Caroline! Shut up!"
Well. This is what I think of that.