Amelia Clarke saw her starting to daydream again and couldn't help but throw a bucket of cold water, "When you fall, people below will also laugh at you."
"..." Viola Harris clutched her chest, putting on a look of grief, "I'm rarely this positive, can't you say something encouraging?"
Amelia Clarke glanced at the dozens of young models practicing on the catwalk and said to Viola Harris, "I just want to tell you that there's nothing in this world that comes without paying a price. Look at them, their steps light and confident, noble and cool, spotlight shining on them, all eyes on them, but do you know how much their feet are suffering inside their shoes?"
Viola Harris pouted, "I was just talking, look at you, why so serious?"
Amelia Clarke looked at Viola helplessly and said, "How would I know whether you're just talking or if you really have the intent, like that time you said you wanted to act, and after saying so, didn't you actually go audition? Couldn't stop you, could I?"
