"No," said Essie's vocal coach, "just because you greet me at the door in something skimpy and provocative, you don't get to take control of the lesson.

“Your parents pay me handsomely to provide you with tuition, and that's what I'm going to do.

“Feel that in my pants? That'll have you hitting high C and beyond, for most of the session.

“Now go bend over that piano. I'm going to play a fucking concerto on your hot ass–one that will have you singing like Taylor and Mariah put together. Move it, you little diva. It’s showtime.”