Transcript for Chapter 8A - Recovery
Jade: [Oh, geez, that was so bad. I can't believe how ridiculous I-]
Interview: Jade, hi!
Int: You just finished your solo performance, right? How was it?
Jade: [So humiliating that I'd rather kill myself than have to remember it again.]
Int: How do you think Harrison will feel when he watches it?
Jade: [I think he's going to burn my paperwork and try to pass me off as a psych patient who sneaked into auditions.]
Jade: I hope he loves it.
Int: And what about you, Jade? How are you feeling, now that your solo is done? Excited? Nervous?
Jade: [Forgive me, Amber, but I'm relieved. I'm relieved my part in this farce is over. I failed, but at least I know I did everything I could possibly do to try and win this audition for you. God knows I didn't do it for stupid Harrison's sake.]
Jade: I'm ready to hear the results.
Int: Okay, cut. Lucky for you, results are in forty-five minutes.
Jade: That's it?
Int: They're going to announce the winners of Round Three in the main auditorium at seven o'clock. The contestants who have finished already are down there eating refreshments.
Jade: Really? Good, I haven't had any food all day. I thought they were just going to let us starve.
Int: It'll all be cleaned up, soon, so you'd better hurry.
Jade: How do I...?
Int: Just take the north elevator to the second floor and turn right.
Jade: [As if I know where the north elevator is.]
Jade: [Where am I? How do I get back to where I was?]
Justice's answering machine: This is the mailbox for (424)218-
Justice: Hello, there, my flower.
Jade: Listen, Justice. If I have to humble myself enough to call you, you'd darn well better answer the phone.
Justice: What's up?
Jade: I need my clothes. My old clothes. Do you know where they are?
Justice: Gone. I put them in the incinerator.
Justice: I'm kidding.
Jade: [I'm really not as gullible as this guy makes me feel. He's just an excellent liar, when he wants to be.]
Justice: They're probably still with Ilsa.
Jade: I need to put them back on and I don't know how to find Ilsa in this rat maze.
Justice: Let them go. As long as you're involved with Bouquet, you can't wear them.
Justice: If you get cut tonight you're welcome to be as grungy as you want-
Jade: If I fail?
Justice: -but we're taping these results and we're definitely going to want a shot of you and Amber together, whether or not you pass.
Jade: Well, I can't wear this. Amber's going to think I was possessed by a body snatcher.
Justice: Makeup's this way.
Jade: Proof positive that show business is still sexist. Lucky jerk has real pockets.