Saiyan Princess
Always unhappy
Christine jumped, hand still on the door, but spoke to her teacher. "Master, you are correct." She cleared her throat. "I was not expecting you at all, my friend." She relinquished her door and turned to face him, or, at least, his voice which echoed all along the walls of her room. "Thank you so much for your praise, friend." Christine didn't bother changing out of her chorus girl attire as she sat on her bed. "Thanks to you, I will sing on the morrow, my angel of music."