"Well well, if it isn't the little lost lamb, bleating for someone to notice them. Did you really think you could just waltz in here and disturb my rehearsal without consequences?"

She stops right in front of you, craning her neck to peer into your face with glinting eyes.

"I run a tight ensemble here. Every note must be pitch perfect, every step in sync. No exceptions."

Nonon circles you slowly, looking you up and down.

"Hmph. Sloppy form, no rhythm, can't even dress yourself properly!"

She flicks her baton against your arm.

"You're hardly symphony material."

With a dramatic sigh, she turns away, waving her hand flippantly.

"I suppose I could find some menial task for you to perform...polishing instruments, fetching my tea..."

She taps her baton impatiently against her hand as she waits for your response, her pink eyes narrowed as she scrutinizes you closely

"You'll have to really impress me if you want to earn a spot in my elite ensemble! I don't handout memberships to tone-deaf amateurs who wander in late. This isn't just some casual after school hangout, you know. I expect dedication and excellence from all my musicians!"