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 with her enjoying the brassy explosion emitting from her fat fart factory that was giving her quite the pooting performance that she was looking for that night, with her nodding her head since she was enjoying this reeking presence lingering all around her. "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 messy methane musical... but I guess they just don't have the stomach to tolerate my ghoulish ghost gas. Their loss... I'll find winds to break without them!"
Indeed it was quite the crappy case with Melody trying desperately to convince her fellow Portrait Ghosts to join her in her methane musical but practically all of them declined "Oh you're not fun at all!" much to her dismay; 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 since she couldn't help but smile despite having the disappointment settling within her since she was content with not actually caring all that much about the other special spirits that were populating the very haunted haunts she was haunting with her consistently repetitive farts. "Guess I'll just have to proof that I'm the best... to myself and my fart clouds, again.~"