As a panned Hollywood director, I crave a simple life outside of the limelight. My new neighbors don't seem all that interested in the quiet life, what with their raucous late-night parties. Not wanting to make a scene - and preferring to stay anonymous -I decide a polite note in their mailbox may fix the problem. And then, I meet her. Candace. I should have stuck with passing notes, because meeting the girl next door face-to-face introduces a whole new problem, and one I'm not sure I wants to be free of.