The Bates House- Pilot Episode

Many boxes are being filled in the beat-down little house in Lauderdale which resides next to the stately log cabin of holistic wellness. Preparations are being managed for transportation to the Bates house. A Silverado, abandoned by its (or my) parents has been parked just down the block. Three music students currently residing at the Bates house await their fate, driven, like all good musicians, to the streets by cruel, heartless landlords. They are forced to resort to such means as moving to Uptown or back home to Oregon.
But this blog is about the landlords who kicked them out. Passive- aggressive words were exchanged such as:
"We really want to make this as easy for you guys as possible" and "Hey, that's pretty cool you guys got this place, and it works out perfect because I just got done with school and I was needing to move out anyway. I'm glad these guys didn't get stuck with a year lease they couldn't pay for."
But behind all the civility and beneath all the death-metal music and well-wishing on midterms, there was one woman's desire for her husbands' approval to buy a fabulous slab of marble for the small yard outside those very windows which looked in on the sordid scene and outward at the whisper of possibility...
And later, as a child runs rampantly through interior decorating facades, recklessly pouring glass after disposable glass of spring water to hand to other people, the woman reveals the fractured marble to the fellow landlord, who surveys that the piece would, in its perfection require about the same compensation he had so rigidly demanded of the lame-duck musician tenants by depositing the check they had proffered him. And...(we got a few things for a fraction of the original price due to minor and major defects that will be really great for the new house...skip ahead...)
The deal is closed. Just like the musicians' chances of remaining at the Bates house past April 1st. Or at least, April 5th or 6th.. whenever they'll have enough time to vacate the premises and clean up nicely and all.
But the renters/laid-back musicians have one last parting shot for the high-rolling, confoundedly- attractive landlords:
"Make sure you get us the water bill..." one says with a straightforward smirk and small-town tricksterishness. "It hasn't been coming for the last several months and we don't want you guys to be stuck with it."