"And then were three..." Olive's voice came over the loudspeakers before her video package started. When she came on the screen, Olive was sitting on an equipment box. She wore a shredded Iron Maiden shirt and her signature tattered denim shorts with fishnets on underneath them. She took a deep breath, "when an aspiring artist either comes on one of these shows or starts posting stuff on YouTube, they at least should be showing what kind of artist they wish to be in the future. And I believe that an artist shouldn't have just one singular focus. They should be free to experiment and use multiple styles. In saying that, not everyone who shows off a variety on this platform is confused about where they are headed in their potential career." She shrugged, chortling softly, "I'm certainly not. I may be still new to music, but I'm not experimenting to see what fits best. I'm showing a variety of different things because that is legitimately what I would like to do as a professional musician. Which..." she sighed, looking down to play with a few of the strings on her shorts. She shook her head after a few moments, looking back up, "you know, thanks for that, by the way. Saying the things you do really feed into my fear that no record company is going to want to take a chance on me," she sneered, raising up her hand and extending her middle finger. "F-BLEEP it, I'm done here," she shook her head as she hopped off of the equipment box and walked out of frame.
After the video ended abruptly, Olive was shown, center stage with a full band behind her. She was wearing the same as she was in the video package, with her hair done, and accessories added. She looked down at the floor as the music began, not looking up until she was ready to sing.
"If I had to I would put myself right beside you So let me ask you, Would ya like that? Would ya like that?" she used her hands to emphasize what she was saying, notably staying right at the mic stand. "And I don't mind If you say This love is the last time So now I'll ask, Do ya like that? Do ya like that? (No)," she brought both of her hands up, the frustration on her face beginning to show as she pointed toward the judges' table for the next line.
"Something's getting in the way Something's just about to break I will try to find my place In the diary of Jane So, tell me How it should be?" she closed her eyes, running both hands through her hair.
"Try to find out What makes you tick As I lie down Sore and sick Do ya like that, Do ya like that?" she tilted her head with a sadistic smile on her face. "There's a fine line Between love and hate And I don't mind Just let me say, That I like that, I like that," she was fully into the song. Even if her meaning had nothing to do with the song's original meaning, she was expressing her feelings perfectly.
"Something's getting in the way Something's just about to break I will try to find my place In the diary of Jane As I burn another page As I look the other way I still try to find my place In the diary of Jane So tell me How it should be?" she looked out into the audience, a lot more comfortable than the last time that she had stayed mostly still while singing. The movements of her hands and arms, along with the swaying of her body did everything this time.
"Desperate I will crawl Waiting for so long No love, there's no love Die for anyone What have I become?" She pressed a few buttons with her foot on a loop pedal, giving her the option to scream out over pre-recorded lyrics (still her vocals), but not quite metal screaming. It was more of a frustrated scream that fit in with the rest of the feel of the song.
"Something's getting in the way Something's just about to break I will try to find my place In the diary of Jane As I burn another page As I look the other way I still try to find my place In the diary of Jane," she stood stoically as the song played out. Once it was over, she walked off the stage, rather than waiting for the judges' comments.