An Allegory: They Promised it Wouldn't Interfere

Once upon a time during the early years of the 21st century, there was a church, I mean a family--mostly functional--with two Parents, an Older Son, and two young Kids, who will hereafter be known as OS, Kids, Parents. This family had advantages that some of their neighbors didn't. The Parents provided experiences for their children that would help them grow and be creative. In fact, all their children were encouraged to do their best in whatever they attempted. And perhaps do it a little better than the neighbors.
One day, the Kids, who played instruments –an electric guitar and drums-- gathered some friends and organized a garage band that met--where else?--in the garage. To help their children "grow" their friendship base (which might--incidentally--be beneficial to them in the future), the Parents suggested getting more of the neighborhood kids involved. They did, and soon there were more kids and instruments than the garage would hold.
So the Parents said, “Y’all all come on in to the Great Room. We’ll move the furniture to the walls; there’ll be plenty of room.”
The night before OS had both a term paper and a debate team presentation due--and you know how infamous older children are about waiting until the last minute to finish their assignments--the Kids invaded the house. Plugged into speakers, enhanced decibels of electronic wailings slithered under doors, wiggled down halls, and pounded through wallboards.
Smiling at the precocity of their young offspring, the Parents watched through the open louvered doors from their barstools in the kitchen.
OS suddenly emerged from his room down the hall and screamed over the din. “Stop! Stop! How can I study with all this going on?” The sound died out.
The Parents looked at each other. They had not thought of this. “Go to another room,” one said. “Go to the garage,” said the other.
“My computer’s in MY room! And I need my computer.”
“But Son, this is a one-time occurrence.”
“So is this term paper. So is this debate.”
How to resolve this ticklish situation. The Kids and friends and instruments were already set up; it took an hour just to find enough multiple outlet strips to plug everyone in. It’s a wonder the fuses didn’t blow. The Kids’ gig had become the centerpiece for the evening.
“Why don’t you stay around and enjoy the Kids’ music?” one Parent said. “Gee, Son, we didn’t see this coming. Sorry. You’ll have to do the best you can. Maybe you can wait until they’re through” OS stalked off, seething at the injustice of getting pushed out of his comfort and quiet zone, and with no possibility of changing the situation.
Finally, OS solved his own problem. He flipped up his iPhone. “Joe? O. here. Hey, I’m in a jam. Could I come over and use your computer for an hour or two. It’s crazy wild at my house.”
“Sure, O,” said Joe, and in a flash, OS jerked his stick drive out of its hub, gathered his papers and note cards and tripped noisily down the back stairs to Joe’s.