[A. Park]: [ If you knew Rita as she was before, you'd be in pretty major shock at the sight in front of you. Having had her memories altered, she believes that rather than falling in love with blastia at the age of ten at the orphanage she lived at, she instead fell in love with song and dance. With her prodigious talent, Rita rose to fame and become the most popular popstar in all of Terca'Lumireis.

And so in line with this new past of hers, Rita can be found in the park dancing, skipping around and yes, singing out loud for everyone to hear. It's a popstar's duty, after all!]

♫ I would not be just a nuffin',
My head all full of stuffin',
My heart all full of pain, ♫

[She hops up onto a bench and sings with even more bravado, doing her very darnedest to entertain this poor little town.
...Yes, it's completely obnoxious, but she could probably sound much words.]

♫ I would dance and be merry,
Life would be a ding-a-derry,
If I only had a brain! ♫


[B. Phone]: Hey there!♪

So, I'm going to have to rely on the kindness and generosity of my fellow Mayfield captives today, because I'm wondering if one of you would like to make a donation! I'm looking for any kind of fabrics, buttons, threads, the works! The clothes here are so drab and so I sketched out a design for a killer new outfit, but I don't have enough materials to put it together. Oh! Tassels would be nice too! Something with a little flash, you know?

[She's doing her best to sound pleasant and persuasive, because popstars are usually able to charm their way into getting whatever they want and Mayfield should be no different, right? Just god help them if they don't comply with her wishes. It's safe to say there are unhealthy levels of bubblegum and smiles in each of her words. It's almost completely absurd how bouncy her voice sounds.]

I can't do much in the form of compensation, because I haven't gotten my allowance yet, buuuut~
If I can get this outfit together, I'd be more than happy to sing at your birthdays, parties, wherever you need a little ray of sunshine!

So how about it, Mayfield? Are you gonna do Aergirl a favor?

A. Outside 1449 Mitchell Road: [An unhealthy amount of scraping and rummaging is being screeched out from the garage of 1449 Mitchell. Rita is inside furiously digging through pile of junk after pile of junk, digging through scraps and trash for... something, apparently. Whatever it is, it has her pretty fired up. She gets so frustrated with the fruitlessness of her search that she ends up kicking a metal bucket out into the street, and with a weary sigh treks out of the garage to retrieve it.

Let's face it, who doesn't enjoy bothering frustrated teenage girls.]

B. Phone: [Here's Rita on the phone, she doesn't sound any more pleased than when she may or may not have been angrily kicking buckets into the streets.]

Hey, I need a favor from one of you idiot boys.