"I think it's terrible."

"Yeah, no. Not to my taste. It's slow, repetetive and-- It just can't seem to settle on what it wants to be."
The Goth Girl scowls at the Faux Genius, "Perhaps you should have stopped to consider if that isn't the point, you obnoxious philistine?"
"If the point being annoying, then mission accomplished! But honestly, I'd much rather listen to someone torturing a seagull by smacking them with a cat."
The Goth Girl scoffs, "What do you know? You just lash out at everything you do not understand like a scared dog. Just as everyone else."
"Yeah, about that. You don't think if no one gets your music, then maybe it's the music that's the problem? Instead of, you know, every single person who listens?"
"You would say that, wouldn't you?" The Goth hissed between clenched teeth, "Of course you think the fruit of my haunting despair would be better repackaged into a fine-polished and easily digestible commodity for the thoughtless masses."
"Hey, I didn't say that. Actually, I think it's awesome you wanna express yourself through music. But that's precisely because of how it can touch people. But you can't hide your message away between cryptic riddles in your sheet, then moan about how no one gets what you're even playing about. I mean, gosh! It takes two to tango, you know?"

"Is that so?" The Goth Girl leers at the Faux Genius, "In that case, I propose that you prove your case. Join me, and sing along. Show me that you can really get my music."
"...Sing? Uh..." The Faux Genius looks around at the eager yanderes that are just waiting for an opportunity to pounce, "Wouldn't that upset the other patients?"
"Only if you sing false. But surely, that is no concern of such a music knower as yourself. So?" She scoots away to the edge of her seat, leaving room for the Faux Genius's at ass, "Are you interested or not?"