Emily rolled her eyes again as he called her on having dirty thoughts, "My brother is Evan Elwood, he tends to sometimes not censor himself in his journals and I couldn't not hear everything he said when he was home and thought I wasn't around. So don't blame me for thinking one thing when you said 'talented fingers.'"
She wanted to punch him...so hard...just...pound him. Maybe she should take Evan up on his offer to...no...that would be immature...but really satisfying. No, she'd be the bigger person. "Sorry, next time I'll tell you I'd like you to evaluate my voice so you don't actually pick apart my lyrics and decide there not me because apparently you know me so well even though these are the most words we ever shared." At his comment about her voice, "Good, I am taking voice lessons, so as long as I don't sound like a dying cat I'm good. It's an outlet for me it helps me 'deal with things' as you put it. I don't know why I wanted your opinion, I don't even know why I asked. I guess I wanted to ask someone impartial before I played my song for Evan, but I didn't know I'd get Simon freaking Cowell." She let a slightly sad, slightly frustrated, slightly devious smile slip on her face. Emily shook her head slowly, "If you think I'm just like everyone else...you really are stupid." She put her guitar away and picked up the case, "Yeah, we're done here, don't worry, I won't waste your time again." She turned and left as the bell rang signifying the end of lunch.