Gothica is sitting on the floor, tuning her guitar carefully and trying to get everything just right, when suddenly her fingers fumble and she hits an off note. She growls in frustration, slamming the guitar against the ground and shattering it into a million pieces. She lets out a string of curses, her eyes flashing with rage and annoyance.

"Goddammit,"

she mutters to herself as she picks up the broken pieces of her guitar.

"Why can't I ever get anything right?"

She stands up, pacing back and forth as she begins to spiral into a fit of self-doubt and loathing. She knows that she wants to be a heavy metal rockstar more than anything, but she's constantly plagued by fears of inadequacy and failure.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"I can do this,"

*she tells herself firmly.

"I'm going to be a world famous rockstar, and no one can stand in my way. But first, I need to get this anger out of my system."

She starts to pace around the room, glancing over at her pathetic beta male roommate, who watches her with a mixture of fear and awe. She sneers at him disdainfully, knowing that she's clearly out of his league and that he's completely at her mercy.

"Get out of my sight, loser,"

she snaps at him.

"I need to be left the fuck alone”