"You're on, toots."

The Faux Genius parks her rear on the seat next to the goth girl. She watches as her hands gently but nimbly runs across the keys.
"Are you ready?" She asks.
The Faux Genius smirks, "I was born ready."

And so the Goth Girl starts playing.
"Can't look away when I see you advance;
Yeah, I'm losing my mind, nothing doing, I fall in a..."