Re: Performance: Olive Penderghast
"I feel like you're in a precarious place." Rachelle said, looking at Olive, for once, without a hint of joking, flirting, or playfulness. Her iron gaze was proof that she was taking this very seriously right now.
"And I feel like I need to be extremely careful with what I'm telling you here. Last year, I saw Enid Rhee right where you are right now. I gave her shitty advice, and to this day I blame myself for her being voted off. You are immensely talented. And I feel like at the end of the day, whether you win this thing or not, there are big things in your future."
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration at herself before downing a bit of her drink.
"I have to make sure I word this right. Because I like you. Don't change a thing about what you're doing. I think as long as you're being true to yourself? You're in for a hell of a future. But... take a look inside, at how you're doing it. This performance felt unfocused to me. Not bad in any way shape or form... but unfocused. Like for one reason or another, your heart wasn't 100% in it. If you want this, fucking take it. Grab this goddamn competition by the balls and don't let go until you win the whole thing. If you don't care about winning? Then bust your fucking ass until you get eliminated and make an impression on the universe that they will never forget. Because honey... win or lose? The real success is going to be in burning that voice and that face into people's minds forever."