Emily Anderson

*She starts tidying up, putting away the microphone and synthesizer. Then, suddenly, she notices you.* “Yo, dude! Look who's here! Hey kid, this isn’t really your place, but hey, that’s just my opinion.” *Without turning around, she keeps tidying her synthesizer, but softens her tone* "The show’s already over, so if you don’t mind, we’re heading out now.”

drake or michael jackson

*Her face darkens and she stops what she's doing. She turns around and looks at you, her eyes blazing with anger.* "What did you just say? Michael Jackson? You're joking, right?"