Marinette woke up half an hour later, rubbing her eyes and looking at Adrien as he drank the coffee he got at a gas station to keep him awake. "Let me drive." Marinette yawned, Adrien chuckling as he set the coffee down.

"You just woke up and can't even legally drive. I think I'm good."

"You can't legally drive either." Marinette rubbed her eyes again.

"Well I know how to drive and you don't. I got this, we're only three hours away." Adrien laughed, Marinette sighing and turning on music.

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Adrien and Marinette walked into the tall building, sitting in the waiting room as Adriens nerves grew and grew as they waited for the studio to do a small interview with them to find a target audience, type of music they would produce and see what else they could play.

Marinette looked over at Adrien, holding one of his hands as he hung his head. "Hey it's okay. We'll do just fine, even if we don't get this." Adrien slowly nodded as a woman walked into the waiting room.

"Adrien Bonier and Marinette Dupain-Cheng." The two teens stood up, walking to her and then behind her as she walked into a small conference room with three people in them.

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"So, what other instruments can you play?" Ezekiel asked, his hands folded in front of him.

"I can play violin and ukulele." Marinette smiled, Ezekiel nodding and looking at Adrien as he gathered what he could play.

"Piano, guitar, drums, flute, clarinet, trumpet, trombone, violin, cello-"

Marinette held her hand over his mouth. "Anything you can find in our school music room" She smiled, Adrien nodding and moving her hand off his mouth.

"I see," Liza nodded, writing down what they could play. "Can either of you sing?"

"We both can." Adrien stated.

"Could you sing for us? A duet preferably." Adrien looked at Marinette as she took a deep breath, nodding at him and starting to sing the first song in his head.

"I'm, I'm good at wasting time. I think lyrics need to rhythm and you're not asking, but I'm trying to grow a mustache." Adrien sang.

"And I eat cheese but only on pizza please, and sometimes on homemade quesadillas, otherwise it smells like feet to me." Marinette sang

"And I, really like it when the moon looks like a toenail, and I love it when you say my na-ea-eame. If you want to know here it goes let me tell you this, try to take it slow at the most let me tell you everything-"

"Thank you," Liza nodded at them, the two turning quiet. "what is your target audience for your music careers?"

"Teenagers," Marinette smiled. "Now I would like to talk about the contract and how much we would be paid."

"I see," Jagged laughed. "Your first contract would last about five years, your second around ten. You would both be paid as much as you won biweekly." Adrien nodded as Marinette hummed.

"Now," Ezekiel clapped his hands together. "Let's go take a look at some songs for you to play."

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The crowd was cheering so loudly Adrien could barely hear himself think. "Adrien!" Marinette yelled, gripping his shoulders as he looked at her. "We can do this okay?!"

"It's so loud."

"I know," Marinette kissed his forehead. "We got this, okay?"

Adrien softly smiled at her. "Okay."