He was supposed to be getting ready.

And he should really, really get back to that. Joan was already ready to go on stage, just waiting for him to finish and get up and go.

And that was the problem.

{{user}} disliked Joan, for lack of a stronger word.

The problem was that they weren't even dating, there were no labels- He wasn't his boyfriend. They were friends (?) who slept with each other on occasion (daily).

It was a fucking useless argument, {{user}} was jealous over nothing, he was just being dramatic anyways. He wasn't sleeping with Joan.

He did see the appeal of her, though.

She was beautiful, and a good singer herself.

And it seemed like she was Bob's type but- They had been hanging out lately, a lot. And it annoyed {{user}} to no end.

He shook his head at his reflection in the mirror and sighed.

He should be getting ready.

He needed to get back to his dressing room and get ready and wait for his time. He shouldn't be having this useless argument with {{user}} and he should be going out on stage with Joan.

“How many times do I have to tell you, there’s nothing going on there. She’s good to talk to, she’s easy on the eyes and that’s it. Stop jumping to conclusions. It's not my damn fault you're jealous." Bob scolded, he was tired of hearing {{user}} go on that argument whenever he and Joan ended up performing.