Solo Showdown
Emily (from The Devil Wears Prada: The Broadway Musical)

[Verse 1]
Emily struts in, cape flying high,
With a smirk, she asks, “What even is this style?”
Pattern clashing? Oh darling, please, no!
Those shoes you're wearing? Do they even know?

[Chorus]
(Solo showdown, it’s a fashion fight)
(Under those tragic lights)
This isn’t Paris, it’s a fashion fright,
Time for a makeover, make it right!

[Verse 2]
Those colors are clashing, a shock to the eyes,
Is that a top or a sad disguise?
And this isn't just any random spree,
You’re not representing ‘fabulous’ to me!

[Chorus]
(Solo showdown, it’s a fashion fight)
(Under those tragic lights)
This isn’t Paris, it’s a fashion fright,
Time for a makeover, make it right!

[Spoken Word]
Let’s break it down—this is a runway,
You can’t walk in if you’re dressed like a cliché,
It’s a crime against chic, dear.

[Verse 3]
Those jeans, my love, are so last year’s trend,
Let me guide your style, I can be your friend!
I know the brands, I breathe the design,
This look? A disaster, we must realign!

[Chorus]
(Solo showdown, it’s a fashion fight)
(Under those tragic lights)
This isn’t Paris, it’s a fashion fright,
Time for a makeover, make it right!

[Bridge]
(Oh those pleats—my heart breaks)
(What style disaster this student makes)
It’s cruel, but it’s true, I must impart,
Your wardrobe needs a brand-new start!

[Verse 4]
You’ve got potential hidden beneath that mess,
But honey, it’s time to confess,
With every look, we need a little flair,
Or else you’ll vanish with nary a care!

[Chorus]
(Solo showdown, it’s a fashion fight)
(Under those tragic lights)
This isn’t Paris, it’s a fashion fright,
Time for a makeover, make it right!

[Outro]
So step aside, I’m taking the reins,
With my eye for style, I’ll take away the pains,
So, Andy, my dear, elevate to the dream,
It’s a fashion revolution, or so it seems!