C Support:

Merrin: All right. It’s time for our daily singing practice.
Merrin: Today we’ll run through the princess’s latest composition, “Expect a Trifecta.”
Merrin: We need to have it performance-ready in time for our next rehearsal with her.
Panette: Performance-ready, you say…
Merrin: Uh, yes. Something wrong? You seem down.
Panette: In truth, I am. I overheard something that bothered me greatly.
Merrin: Uh-oh. What was it?
Panette: Someone called us the Racket of Solm.
Merrin: Oh.
Merrin: The “Racket” is our singing voices, I take it.
Panette: That was my understanding as well.
Merrin: Ouch.
Merrin: Well, growing up, people always told me I was a terrible singer.
Merrin: But the princess praised my singing voice as unique, so… Guess I thought I improved.
Panette: It was the same for me, to the letter.
Merrin: Ugh. Suddenly it seems like we’ve got our work cut out for us.
Panette: Perchance we should sing more…quietly?
Merrin: That might be a good idea.
Panette: Then let us begin posthaste. A one, a two, a one, two, three…

B Support:

Merrin: Hey. What’s the scuttlebutt?
Panette: The what?
Merrin: You know, our singing practice the other day. Were there any complaints?
Panette: Ah, no reason to fret. I have heard nary an ill word.
Merrin: Phew. I was worried about that.
Merrin: Wait.
Merrin: No. This is all wrong.
Panette: What do you mean?
Merrin: Singing quietly so nobody calls us names? Surely we can aim higher than that!
Merrin: There’s no escaping it. We have to get better at singing.
Panette: Yes. Quite right.
Panette: To hide our voices in shame… We sully the good name Timerra!
Panette: If the boss learned of this, she would weep with embarrassment.
Merrin: No, no. I couldn’t live with myself if I made the princess cry.
Panette: Nor I!
Panette: The question is, how to improve? Hm…
Merrin: Maybe we should ask the princess for advice.
Panette: You think so?
Merrin: But this time, we get serious feedback. None of that “unique” wolfdung.
Panette: A grand idea! By all means, let us press for the full, unvarnished truth.

A Support:

Merrin: The princess’s singing advice proved a bit, uh…challenging.
Panette: Indeed.
Merrin: “Merrin, take all that oomph and hold it right under your belly button!”
Panette: Mystifying. What is “oomph,” and how does one “hold” it?
Merrin: The funny thing is, I kinda get it now.
Merrin: When I focus on the spot right below my navel, my singing voice does get steadier.
Panette: Though her counsel was nigh inscrutable, you followed it well! Commendable.
Merrin: Haha! Thanks, Panette. And remind me, what was it the princess told you?
Panette: She said, “You’re at a WA-WA-WA. I need you at a dee-dee-dee!”
Panette: I was dizzy with confusion. Dizzy, I say.
Panette: But when I tried to put her advice into action, something unthinkable happened.
Panette: It worked!
Merrin: Perfect! Now no one will even think to call us the Racket of Solm.
Panette: Certainly not. All across the queendom, we will put smiles on faces.
Merrin: Instead of holes in eardrums!
Panette: At this rate, we may soon be ready to put on a concert.
Merrin: A concert, huh?
Panette: Our listeners will be so mesmerized that they’ll call us…the Sirens of Solm!
Merrin: Ooo, that would be incredible! I want people to call me a siren.
Panette: Now I’m all aquiver! Let us resume practicing tout suite!
Merrin: I agree. We have to get “Expect a Trifecta” ready for showtime.
Panette: Yes. We’ll combine our voices into an angelic harmony that does the boss proud!