"It can't be worse than what I did to myself last week," Olive shrugged, overly critical of herself.
"I thought you did great, to be honest," Ginny told her, shrugging. "I've actually been really impressed with all of you this season. I haven't heard one performance yet that I found disappointing."
"I do like to keep things a little on the spontaneous side," Olive shrugged. "Never the same thing twice."
"Then how's this sound? I'll order us the best dinner I can think of, we can eat and get to know each other better, then when we're done? Team up and kick this song's ass." Ginny said, nibbling her lip in excitement. She felt, deep inside, like this might be the eventual natural progression of her career: she really loved taking young talent under her wing.
Olive nodded, "that sounds perfect. I have a feeling we'll be spending a lot of time together in the future anyway."
The package cut to the girls backstage, sitting in director’s style chair as they discussed things after Olive was (mostly) happy with her arrangement.
"I don't throw compliments like this around too often... but I think the girl sitting next to me here is going to be an absolute megastar." Ginny Callaway said with a proud smile, sitting next to Olive like a proud mama bear. The jet black leather jacket and jeans she wore combined with her black hair to make her paleness even more pronounced. "That said, I was psyched at getting the chance to work with her this week, and see what makes her tick."
"Which is more of a complicated process than one may assume," Olive chuckled. "I'm never satisfied, so I'm always changing things."
"She's not kidding, either." Ginny laughed, widening her eyes. "We changed the basic arrangement four times before finally deciding to just tweak the tuning a little to match her range better."
"And I think that I'm happy with it that way," Olive laughed. "I mean, it does feel right."
"Keep your eyes on this one, folks," Ginny added, jerking a thumb at Olive with a knowing smirk. "You heard it here first."