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.
Beck leaned against the stage wing, sipping water. "She’s been in mourning for twenty minutes. She already gave the nail a name. Rest in peace, Brenda."
"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?
Cat skipped onto the stage, holding a giant ball of pink yarn. "One time my brother tried to grow his nails really long so he could climb walls like a lizard! But then he got stuck in the screen door and we had to use butter to get him out."
"Tragedy happened, Vega," Jade spat, standing up and thrusting her hand forward. "Look at it." Tori squinted. "Is... is that a chip?" The neon lights of Hollywood Arts hummed with
"I have a nail file in my bag!" Tori offered, reaching into her purse.
"Oh, it's worse than that," Rex chimed in. "She's one hangnail away from a total psychological collapse. Not that she wasn't already halfway there." "She’s been in mourning for twenty minutes
"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 ."