[s3e2] Remember When Jade Broke A Nail? -

"The world is jagged," Jade began, her voice dropping an octave. "And now, so am I." "She's actually doing it," Tori whispered, impressed.

"Brenda was sharp. Brenda was lethal," Jade muttered, pacing the stage. "Now I have to file the rest of them down to match. I’ll look like I have... toddler hands ."

"It’s a millimeter of keratin, Jade. It'll grow back," André said, tuning his guitar with a nervous eye on her. [S3E2] Remember When Jade Broke a Nail?

"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."

As André started a slow, bluesy riff, Jade slowly looked at her hand, her expression shifting from anger to a terrifying, theatrical calm. She climbed back onto her throne. "The world is jagged," Jade began, her voice

Jade hissed like a cat. "Keep your amateur grit away from me. If I’m going down, I’m going down with dignity."

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. Brenda was lethal," Jade muttered, pacing the stage

"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."