Amen. Preaching to the choir. Although this means someone could do a really great re-write of "My Sharona" and make it work for you.

( Imagine the possibilities. The poetry. The possibly quite creepy lyrics— or, you know what, maybe don't. )

I mean, who knows. Me, just a regular everyday girl, doing regular everyday things.

( Gentle jazzhands with bandages, to highlight her point. ) I fade into the background. I'm a wallflower.

( Wynonna has definitely won a smile, though, and Sarissa glances away for a moment, considering, before she looks back to her. )

Happen to know anywhere good to get a drink? My shout?