Head for the piano.

The Faux Genius finds herself drawn to the alluring tune like a siren's voice. A short stocky woman sits before the piano-- The one performing this ballad. Her skin is pale, a stark contrast to her short raven black hair with shocking amber highlights.
Her fingers roam the keys in a fluid, playful dance. She makes it seem as easy as chewing bubble gum.
Which she does as well.

A pink bubble grows from between her lips, reaching no further than her button nose before it pops.
She licks the gum clinging to her face, sucking it into her mouth without skipping a beat.
The Faux Genius slips in, leaning against the instrument with a laidback smile, "Say, you've got quite the knack for music, huh?"
The goth up the music even through this intrusion. She glares up at the Faux Genius, her black lips curled into a scowl, "'Knack', huh? Funny way to describe the bleak reflection of the raven-black abyss of my heart. Not that I'd expect anything different. You can't help being the conveyor-belt, plastic-fantastic prep girl that you are, can you?"
The Faux Prep Genius chuckled, "Easy there, lady. Everyone goes through hard times at some point. It's never quite the same, though. Each one's got their own trials and tribulations to overcome. Their own beasts to be slain. Still, that doesn't mean if it hurts, its gotta hurt alone."
"Ah, what a lovely shallow platitude. From where did you get it? The back of a milk carton?"
"Nah, let me tell you, if my wisdom could amount to a milk carton, that'd make my day!"

She rolls her eyes, the prospect of putting up with the frivolous nonsense of this buffoon straining her patience, "What do you want?"