You just gave me some memories Jane. hehee I too was serenaded . I lived in Detroit in an upstairs flat and it had a balcony. A man lived at the end of the street would come under the balcony with his guitar and play and sing. I am sure he was drunk. I would tell him to go home and he would say no, let me in. LOL I would just ignore him . I finally got a chance to get him to stop. My sister took me out to a club and he was there , With his wife. LOL After a couple drinks in me I approached them and asked where his guitar was and how much I enjoyed the "other night". My sister carried me out of there . She never would let me have any fun.