Performance: Olive Penderghast
Olive walked out onto the stage in a fishnet bodysuit with a lime green bra underneath it, a leather jacket to somewhat cover that, along with tattered denim shorts and black high-heeled boots. Her makeup and accessories only added to her “ginger version of Ginny Caloway” look. She walked over to where the microphone was waiting for her with a grin, placing one hand on top of it, as she ran the other through her hair.
“Ohhh, I miss the misery!” Olive belted out in a near scream before the music started.
Before the verse started, she vocalized a bit, getting ready to get into the song.
“I've been a mess since you stayed I've been a wreck since you changed Don't let me get in your way,” she closed her eyes, looking down for a moment. “I miss the lies and the pain The fights that keep us awake-ake-ake I'm tellin’ you!” she tilted the mic stand to the side during the brief vocal pause, getting ready to bring more into the first chorus.
“I miss the bad things The way you hate me I miss the screaming The way that you blame me! Miss the phone calls When it's your fault I miss the late nights Don't miss you at all! I like that kick in the face And the things you do to me! I love the way that it hurts! I don't miss you, I miss the misery!” she thrust her fist in the air with a grin.
“I've tried but I just can't take it I'd rather fight than just fake it (cause I like it rough),” she looked over to Victor and winked. “You know that I've had enough I dare you to call my bluff Can't take too much of a good thing I'm tellin’ you!” she pulled the mic out of the stand, starting to walk to the edge of the stage.
“I miss the bad things The way you hate me I miss the screaming The way that you blame me! Miss the phone calls When it's your fault I miss the late nights Don't miss you at all! I like that kick in the face And the things you do to me! I love the way that it hurts! I don't miss you, I miss the misery!” she crouched down on the edge of the stage, using her free hand to keep her balance.
“Just know that I'll make you hurt (I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me) When you tell me you'll make it worse (I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV) I hate that feelin’ inside You tell me how hard you'll try But when we're at our worst I miss the misery,” she casually hopped off of the stage, walking along the front row of the audience.
“I miss the bad things The way you hate me I miss the screaming The way that you blame me,” she made her way to the judges’ table, taking Rachelle’s hand to step up on top of it.
“I miss the rough sex Leaves me a mess I miss the feeling of pains in my chest! Miss the phone calls When it's your fault I miss the late nights Don't miss you at all!” she got off of the judges’ table and made her way back to the stage. “I like that kick in the face And the things you do to me! I love the way that it hurts! I don't miss you, I miss the misery!” she got back to where she left the mic stand grinned.
“I don't miss you, I miss the misery!” she vocalized as the music faded out. Once the music faded out, she wiped the sweat off of her brow, panting excitedly.
[ooc: Song - “I Miss The Misery” by Halestorm (in-game by Bad Reputation); cover by Halocene https://youtu.be/_6ZErSj7Dbk ]