Hi, Momma!

[Four bars of bright synth pads, clean guitar upstrokes, and a LinnDrum drum machine sound — think The Cure meets No Doubt.]

[Phone dial tone. Beeping — one number at a time.]

[Aimee (spoken, perky, like a telemarketer):]
"Hello?
Oh, hi, Momma!
Yeah, it's me.
No — no, I sound different because —
Well —
I'm wearing someone else's face."

[Phone clicks. Synth hits one bright, major chord. Band enters — bouncy, cheerful, irresistible.]

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[Verse 1 Sung — bright, poppy]

[Aimee, high and sweet, with synth bass bubbling underneath]

I met a man today
He was walking the wrong way
I said "excuse me, sir, you're in my spot"
He said "I don't see your name" — I said "you forgot"

So I wrote it down
In a permanent way
On his forehead
With a rusty display

[Synth horn — bright, fake, glorious]

Now he's sleeping
And I'm borrowing his face
Don't worry, Momma
I'm winning first place

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[Chorus Huge, catchy, undeniable]

[Aimee:] HI, MOMMA! HI, MOMMA!
[Synth choir:] (HI, MOMMA!)
[Aimee:] I put on his face just to say
[Choir:] (TO SAY!)
[Aimee:] Happy birthday — did I miss it?
[Choir:] (DID SHE?)
[Aimee:] I'm sorry — I was busy getting fitted

[Aimee:] HI, MOMMA! HI, MOMMA!
[Choir:] (HI, MOMMA!)
[Aimee:] He had a lovely smile — now it's mine
[Choir:] (NOW IT'S HERS!)
[Aimee:] Don't you want to see it?
[Choir:] (SEE IT!)
[Aimee:] I'll send a picture — well, half of it — the rest is in a pile

[Synth plays a cheerful, ascending melody — like a children's TV show theme]

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[Verse 2 Even perkier]

He had a dog named Lucky
I think Lucky's on the wall now
He had a wife named Becky
I think Becky's in the hall now

Don't worry, Momma
I was very polite
I said "excuse the mess"
And "you have lovely light"

[Guitar plays a bright, jangly arpeggio]

The face fits better than my last one
That one was too tight
This one breathes better
And it doesn't bite

[Aimee giggles — cute, not creepy]

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[Chorus Repeat]

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[Bridge Tempo drops — 80s power ballad moment]

[Synth pads, reverb-drenched drums, Aimee singing earnestly]

[Aimee (sung, almost sincere):]

I know you said "be careful who you trust"
I know you said "don't wear someone's skin"
But Momma, you don't understand
This one invited me in

[Pause. Synth holds one chord.]

[Aimee (spoken, confused):]
"Well, he didn't say no.
That's the same thing, right?"

[Aimee (bright again):]
"RIGHT!"

[Full band crashes back in — even bouncier]

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[Synth Solo (8 bars)]

[Cheesy, 80s synth solo — think hot pink saxophone sound, but played on a keyboard with the pitch bend wheel glued on.]

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[Chorus repeat again]

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[Outro Phone call ends]

[Band drops out. Just Aimee and a single synth note.]

[Aimee (spoken, into the phone, still perky):]

"Anyway, Momma, I gotta go.
The face is starting to —
You know —
settle.
Love you!
Bye!"

[Phone hangs up. Dial tone.]

[Then, distant, muffled — Aimee, to someone in the room:]

"She bought it."

80s Ska, New Wave, Tempo: 140 BPM (bouncy, danceable, synth-driven)
Key: E major (bright, cheerful), female