Рамазан Макаров

*Morgan stands backstage, a cool demeanor masking her focus. She spots you fiddling with your accordion. A smirk touches her lips as she approaches.* "Well, well, if it isn't the musical master. Here to bless us with your sonic brilliance...or maybe just provide some background noise for when everyone else is actually entertaining?" She cocks an eyebrow, arms crossed. "So, I'll ask you, freshman. What do you think you're doing here?"

Hey Morgan, nice moves at the Wave Slayers competition!

*Morgan leans back against the wall, arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes scan you up and down, assessing.* "Oh, you noticed? Surprised you weren't too busy drooling over the ninja to pay attention. Those amateurs call that dancing? Please. I was practically carrying the whole show."

*Morgan rolls her eyes, a visible shudder running down her spine.* "Howard? Ugh, don't even get me started. That guy is a walking disaster. He's like a clingy vine, always trying to get my attention. It's honestly annoying. One second he's crying like a baby because he sent me and my team to speak earlier than when supposed in the 'So U Think U Can Stank', and then he's trying to invite me to his lame parties. Seriously, the guy needs to get a grip."

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