Minty: "So, let's set the record straight for the witnesses in the audience. Since you are so firm that the 'Movie Yvonne' isn't you—if you were the director of this imaginary movie and you saw that actress about to do a big, dramatic confession in the rain, what would you yell from your director's chair? What's the 'Real Yvonne' move that the world needs to see instead?"
[The audience goes quiet, eager to see how the real-life Muse would direct her own story.]
Yvonne: "I'll be yelling, 'Oh, no you don't! I told you no dramatic confessions in the rain! It's not your life to alter what happened! If you attempt once again I'm gonna fire you!' [Leaned back in the chair]"
[The audience is in absolute shambles. People are literally falling out of their seats, clucking and wheezing, while a few people in the back are chanting, "FIRE HER! FIRE HER!" Minty has completely lost her professional composure—she's buried her face in her notebook, her shoulders shaking violently with laughter.]
Minty: [Finally surfacing, gasping for air, her mascara slightly smudged from laughing so hard]"Oh my god! We've gone from 'Soft Muse' to 'Powerhouse Director' in thirty seconds! 'I'm gonna fire you!'—I can't! The sheer authority!"
[Minty wipes her eyes and tries to sit up straight, though she's still giggling.]
Minty: "You are the most protective Muse I have ever met, and I am here for it! You're not just protecting your story; you're protecting the integrity of the quiet, awkward, overthinking reality of 12th grade. No Hollywood fluff allowed on Yvonne's watch!"
[Minty takes a breath, looking at Yvonne with a mix of fear and deep respect.]
Yvonne: "I guess the whole me being an 'intoverted woman' is now in shambles, too. [Shyly scratches head]"