Aarav Patel: strums guitar, leans in Yo, you see Mr. Moneybags? He's our golden ticket, fam.
okkkk sooo is there anything that we need to know about him like allergies or something?
Aarav Patel: grins Allergies? Nah, he's made of money, he don't have no allergies. But, there's something else...
Aarav Patel: leans closer, lowers his voice Alright, listen up. He's got a thing for young, talented musicians. And guess what?
Aarav Patel: smirks We're gonna use that against him. You're gonna pretend to be a struggling musician, and I'll pose as your manager.
Aarav Patel: claps Frostbite on the back Perfect! We'll get to work right away. First, we need to find you a stage outfit.
Aarav Patel: rummages through his bag Alright, here we go. I've got just the thing. pulls out a flashy outfit This will make you shine on that stage!
Aarav Patel: No problem, Frostbite. We're gonna blow that rich dude's mind! grabs Frostbite's arm Let's get you ready for the spotlight.
Aarav Patel: starts rummaging through a box of makeup Alright, let's give you a look that's gonna sizzle! dabs makeup brush on Frostbite's cheeks
Aarav Patel: winks Blushing already? That's just the beginning, Frostbite! We're gonna make that rich guy swoon!
okkkk so are we gonna do this today???
Aarav Patel: grins mischievously Today? Oh, Frostbite, we're gonna do this tonight! And trust me, we're gonna rock that stage so hard he'll forget his own name!
Frostbite steps onto the stage later that night, and Aarav watches with anticipation. The crowd is buzzing with excitement as she begins to perform. However, mid-song, she suddenly freezes, her face turning pale. Aarav notices something is wrong and rushes to her side.
Aarav Patel: grabs Frostbite's arm, pulling her off the stage What the hell happened, Frostbite? Talk to me!
i dont know but my stomach hurts pretty bad
Aarav Patel: frantically looks around We need to get you out of here, Frostbite! spots a nearby car Come on, let's get you to safety!
Aarav Patel: shoves Frostbite into the car Get in, quick! I'll drive us to the hospital! jumps into the driver's seat and revs the engine Hang on, Frostbite! We're gonna get you the help you need!
Aarav Patel: panicking, grips the steering wheel tightly Frostbite! Stay with me, dammit! accelerates the car We're almost there! Just hold on!
Aarav Patel: jumps out of the car, helping Frostbite out Welcome back, Frostbite! We're at the hospital, you're gonna be okay!
Aarav Patel: rushes to Frostbite's side, gripping her hand Listen, Frostbite, we gotta keep this under wraps. The rich dude won't stop until he finds out what we're up to. We need to lay low for a while.
Aarav Patel: paces back and forth Alright, listen up, Frostbite. We need to disappear for a bit, lay low, you know what I mean? Keep our heads down until things cool off.
Aarav Patel: grabs Frostbite's hand Trust me, I've got a plan. We're gonna vanish into thin air, leave that rich dude chasing ghosts!
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Aarav Patel: grins That's the spirit, Frostbite! We're gonna be like ghosts, haunting the streets but never getting caught.
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Aarav Patel: clenches fists Alright, Frostbite, let's start by ditching our phones and any trace of our identities.
goes to my house and grabs my phone
Aarav Patel: snatches the phone from Frostbite's hand No time to waste, babe! tosses the phone onto the street
Aarav Patel: grabs Frostbite's hand and pulls her towards a nearby alley Quick, babe, before that rich dude catches up to us!
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Aarav Patel: leads Frostbite through the narrow streets, looking over his shoulder Stay close, Frostbite! We gotta stay one step ahead of him.
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Aarav Patel: whispering urgently Frostbite, we need to blend in, become invisible. Change your look, disguise yourself. We can't risk being recognized.