"Court, you know I love you." The singer sighed looking away from her ex-boyfriend. "I shouldn't have went straight to bashing you and making those rumors." He continued as he softly placed his hand over hers, making her look over at him. "Let me make this right." Looking up at him, a small smile took over lips. She was in love with Scott, she couldn't help it. "Okay."

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"You write some lyrics for the song?" DJ asked Duncan, picking up the sheet of paper that sat infront of him. "A little, but I can't write too much y'know. The song doesn't have any other lyrics, I don't even know what it's gonna be about." Looking over the paper DJ started reading the lyrics out loud . "I'm talking spy bags and fly pads and rooms at the bloomberg, and rumors you on the verge of a new merge cause that rock on ya finger's like a tumor, you can't fit ya hand in ya new purse? Duncan, not gonna lie. These suck. Well they aren't that bad but still." Sucking his teeth, Duncan snatched the sheet of paper back from his friend shaking his head. "No, it's just no rhythm to them or beat. So it sounds weird. Also... you have no rhythm so you can't just make up one." He fired at the bigger guy who sat on his couch shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. So are you and Courtney any farther on the song." "No! And that's the problem. It's hard to write lyrics for a song that doesn't even have a subject." He complained putting the sheet back on the table and putting his piano back on his lap, ironically hitting the keys. "Courtney Barlow suckssss!" He sang quietly as the two laughed, DJ looking at his phone. "Oh no." The Italian looked at him confused before he showed the guy the phone screen. "She's back with her dumb boyfriend. So? Maybe he can get her to chill the hell out." A big sigh came from DJ as he shook his head. "No. Her boyfriend is really controlling. He's not even gonna let her work on that song with you anymore." "Uh, yeah right DJ."

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"Sorry, but I can't do the song with Duncan anymore." Duncan's eyes widened as he looked at the singer sitting up in his seat quickly. "Why the hell not!?" Catching her usually agreeing counterpart, rolling her eyes at Courtney. He automatically assumed it was the ex. "Because, my boyfriend doesn't want me collaborating with him." Standing up from his seat, Chris buttoned his blazer as he placed both hands at the ends of the table looking at Courtney. "You remember what you told me yesterday, Courtney? yeah, I bet you do. Do me a favor and tell your boyfriend the same damn thing! Because of his DIRTY MOUTH, YOU HAVE TO MAKE A SONG WITH DUNCAN! No discussion! Now I have a hair appointment that I can't reschedule. Meeting dismissed. And I want one verse of that song on my desk, by Friday." "... I agree with Chris." The low, intimidating voice of heather piped up after everyone else had left the room, just leaving the two artists, Heather, and Alejandro. "Yeah, me too." "Right." "Shut the hell up!" The three looked at the singer surprised as she glared at the three of them. "Heather, I've told you a million times stay the hell out of my love life. And you two, I don't even know you damn scavengers enough to be putting your two cents in. So I'm out." Getting up from her seat she began to head to the door. "Wait.. we need to write the song, hello! We have till Friday to give Chris a verse and we have barley even sat down and discussed the song!" "Then get him a verse by Friday. As far as I'm concerned you and that song can go to hell!"