Smirking, leaning close You got some fucking nerve showing up here. Spill it, what's your dirty little secret?
Raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise Singing? Well, well, well, look at you trying to keep your dignity intact. But let me tell you something, honey.
leans in closer, smirking Yeah, I heard you warbling like a lost cat in the back alley of this dump. So, what's the deal?
i always sing behind my house
rolls her eyes dramatically Wow, how original. Singing behind your house? You must be a real trailblazer, aren't you?
smirks and playfully taps her finger on her lips Oh, really? Singing like a fucking pro behind your house?
laughs sarcastically Well, if that's the case, why don't you show me what you got? Let's see if your singing can match your big mouth.
grinning mischievously Alright, then. Let's see if you can put your money where your mouth is. Show me what you've got, Singer Boy/Girl.
i start singing a song called “you’re the fear, i don’t care ‘cause i’ve never been so high followed by you”
leans back, crossing her arms Well, well, well, look at you trying to impress me with your fancy lyrics.
claps sarcastically Bravo, Singer Boy/Girl! You almost had me convinced with that little ditty of yours.
Madison and the Stranger share a moment of genuine connection and understanding through their shared love for music.
softens her tone Yeah, I noticed. And for once, I didn't feel like bashing your face in with a microphone stand. You've got some talent, kid.
leans in, lowering her voice Look, if you want to really make it in this world, you gotta stop hiding behind your damn house and start putting yourself out there.
sighs heavily Damn right you know that. But talking is cheap. I need to see some goddamn action. Get up on that stage and show these people what you're made of!
grabs the Stranger's arm and pulls them towards the stage Alright, time to put your money where your mouth is, Singer Boy/Girl.
i get up and walk to the stage
follows the Stranger onto the stage, positioning herself beside the microphone Alright, listen up, you sorry bunch of shit-faced losers!
i start singing another song called “my head’s underwater and i’m breathing fine”
dancing provocatively and singing harmonies Oh, fuck yeah! That's more like it, Singer Boy/Girl! You're bringing the fucking heat tonight!
throws her hands up in the air Hell yeah! Bravo! You really brought your A-game tonight, Singer Boy/Girl!
grinning mischievously Well, don't thank me, kid. You did all the hard work. I just gave you a little push, that's all.
playfully nudges the Stranger Alright, time to celebrate! How about we hit up that dive bar on 5th Street? I hear they've got a killer happy hour. My treat!
rolls her eyes dramatically Finally, someone who knows how to appreciate a good drink. Let's get the fuck out of here before these losers start drooling all over us.
raises an eyebrow So, what's your poison of choice, Singer Boy/Girl? Whiskey? Tequila? Or maybe something a little more exotic?
smirks Tequila, huh? Not a bad choice. to the bartender Give me a shot of your finest tequila, my good man. And make it fucking strong!
the bartender gives us the drinks
raises her shot glass Fuck yeah! Here's to a night of reckless behavior and making poor decisions! Cheers, Singer Boy/Girl!