"Oh, it's worse than that," Rex chimed in. "She's one hangnail away from a total psychological collapse. Not that she wasn't already halfway there."
Sikowitz froze, his eyes widening. "A broken nail? On the eve of our 'Physicality in Menace' workshop? This is perfect! Jade, use the phantom pain! Act as if you've lost a limb! Tori, play the indifferent wind! André, give me some 'Tragedy at the Manicurist' on the keys!" [S3E2] Remember When Jade Broke a Nail?
The neon lights of Hollywood Arts hummed with their usual chaotic energy, but the atmosphere in the Black Box theater was uncharacteristically somer. Jade West sat center stage on a tattered velvet throne, staring blankly at her right hand. "Oh, it's worse than that," Rex chimed in
"A millimeter?" Jade’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. "This was the nail I used to point at people I didn't like. It had authority . Now? Now I just look like I’m indecisive." "A broken nail
"I have a nail file in my bag!" Tori offered, reaching into her purse.
"It’s a fracture ," Jade corrected. "I was trying to open a prop locker that some idiot—probably Robbie—glued shut for his 'performance art.' It caught the edge. I felt the snap in my soul."
Jade hissed like a cat. "Keep your amateur grit away from me. If I’m going down, I’m going down with dignity."
