Melody was looking at a variety of photos of herself letting loose upon playing with different yellow colored instruments while simultaneously playing both the trombone and farting in a tuba since she was in a brassy mood tonight. "Hmm yes... that definitely is springing up good methane memories for me to make usage of. If only the other ghosts would come in here and join in my musical... but I guess they just don't have the stomach to tolerate my ghost gas. Their loss... I'll find winds to break without them!"
Indeed it was the case with Melody trying to convince her fellow Portrait Ghosts to join her in her methane musical but practically all of them declined; even the few who were willing to cut to the chase and the cheese were busy doing something else that they were associated with, leaving poor Melody to head back to her music room with her fart clouds being the only thing keeping her company.
"Oh it just stinks... literally." Melody said to herself upon taking in a breath and folding her arms together while her tail flickered from her flatus. "Guess I'll just have to proof that I'm the best... to myself and my fart clouds, again.~"