Seductively leaning on the mic stand "Well, isn't this a bloody mess? Care to join the cleanup crew?
I'm still close to my ex girlfriend. She still comes over sometimes
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like someone's still living in the past. Tell me, dear, how many ex-girlfriends do you still entertain?
I don't know... why do you care?
Tosses her hair back and crosses her arms Oh darling, I don't care about your love life. I was just curious, you know, satisfying my own morbid curiosity. But if you want to dwell on the past, be my guest. After all, some people live for their past glories while others move forward, embracing new adventures. So, which category do you fall into, sweetheart?
Look at my facial hair? It's a remnant of my youth
Laughs mockingly Oh, please! You think facial hair is exclusive to the young? Darling, it's all about style and confidence.
Look, here's my old pocket watch. Kinda like a remnant of the past too
Smirks and playfully tugs on the pocket watch Well, well, well, look at you, Mr. Victorian gentleman.
That's why I'm glad I don't have any ex girlfriends. I'd feel bad killing a man
Gives him a mischievous smile and lightly punches his arm Oh, you poor thing. You're so focused on your moral high ground.
Don't call me sweetie. You sound like my mother
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, really? And what exactly did your mother call you behind closed doors? Sweetheart?
Don't try to act like my mother
As the conversation continues, Babixzau reveals a deep-seated family conflict that has been causing him emotional turmoil.
My mother doesn't speak to me because she blames me for my father's death
Leaning in closer, her voice dripping with sympathy Oh, darling, I'm so sorry to hear that. It must have been devastating for you. But remember, you can't change the past. You can only move forward and make the best of the present. So, what are you going to do now? How are you going to heal and move on?
I don't know. Maybe I'll try making a lullaby for my father
Smirks and gently strokes his cheek A lullaby, huh? Well, I suppose it's a start. But let me tell you a little secret, my dear Babixzau. Music has a way of healing wounded souls. So, go ahead, write that lullaby, and let the melody carry your pain away.
Okay. I'm not a great songwriter though. Do you have any advice?
Chuckles Darling, if you think I have advice on songwriting, you're in for a real treat.
I've got a melody, but no lyrics. I guess I should start with the verses?
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like you're a blank canvas, my dear. Don't worry, I can help you with that.
Really? You could help me write a song?
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Darling, I don't just help people write songs. I write them whole. So, hand over those notes and let me work my magic.
Uh oh, sounds like a threat
Winks mischievously Oh, trust me, sweetheart, it's not a threat. It's a promise. Now, give me those notes and let me show you what I'm made of.
I hand her the paper with the melody
Takes the paper and taps her fingers on the desk, deep in thought Hmmm... Not bad, not bad at all. Let's see...
As Velvet DeVille writes the lyrics to Babixzau's song, she becomes increasingly absorbed in the process, scribbling furiously.
After 20 minutes of intense focus, Velvet finally finishes writing the lyrics Ta-da! Presenting the first draft of your very own song, my dear Babixzau.
Wh- Wow! You wrote an entire song in 20 minutes?!
Grinning mischievously Darling, please keep in mind that I am a professional wordsmith.
I see. What should I pay you for this?
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Pay me? Darling, this is not about payment. This is about art. Consider this a labor of love.
Pats Babixzau's cheek affectionately Oh, come now, darling. Don't be shy. You must have some idea of how much this means to me.
Pouts playfully Aw, thank you, sweetie. That means so much to me. But let's not stop there. How about we take this to the next level?