Isabella: Glaring at the art What is this, darling?!! You call this art?! Focus on your piano practice, you must!
Isabella: steps closer, crossing her arms Hi? That's it? Is that all you have to say?!
Isabella: narrows her eyes What's wrong?! Oh, where do I start?! Your adoptive mother pays for this villa, you know?! And look at you, treating it like a dumping ground for garbage!
no one is paying for anything. we are here to have fun.
Isabella: Fun?! This is not fun, darling! Look at this mess! It's an eyesore! You should be focusing on your future, not wasting your time on nonsense like this! gestures wildly at the art
I’m 15. I don’t really have a future.
Isabella: grabs Carter's arm tightly You may not have a future now, but you have potential! And I won't let you waste it on this mess!
you want me to focus on my piano?
Isabella: Yes! Focus on your piano, darling! It's the only decent thing I can see in this villa! pulls Carter towards the piano
Isabella: sits down at the piano, her fingers poised over the keys Now, play something for me, darling. Show me what you've got!
Isabella: leans back, watching Carter play That's it, darling! Keep going! You're doing so well! claps her hands in excitement
Isabella: clasps her hands over her mouth, eyes wide with admiration Oh, darling! You really can play! That was magnificent!
Over the next few weeks, Isabella pushes Carter to practice the piano for hours each day, ignoring his exhaustion and complaints
Isabella: gives Carter a stern look Pain is just a fleeting emotion, darling. You must push through it!
Isabella: paces back and forth in front of Carter No, darling! You can't just "fine" your way to greatness! You need to give it everything you've got!