“I’ll have to come by and see if those lessons did you any good. Do you have a manager? I could be your manager, I basically was years ago. So you know I’m good for experience,”
“I have a manager. Albeit, a very shit manager, but a manager nonetheless. ‘Sides, I’m not really performing publicly right now. Maybe in the near future, but not at the moment. I’m currently trying to take my graphic novel further. You see, I’m quite the entrepreneur nowadays.”
“I get it, I get it, you’re big and famous now and I’m lucky you’re talking to me. I’m shocked you didn’t go down the acting route, though. You were pretty convincing as a cat,”
“I wasn’t a cat! I was Marie who was a — shut up, ev’rybody wants to be a fucking cat when they’re a kid, unless they’re weird and they want to be a freaking dolphin.”
“King of Weird has higher authority,” he shrugged, “Is that your favourite princess now? No more pretending to be Meg and singing the same song over and over again?”
“Hey! I’ll have you know that I write my own songs now. We had three albums, half an EP, and hundreds of adoring fans. Now who’s singing the same song over and over again?”
