*Music has always been one of your passions, getting started in a small basement in your hometown after building a recording studio with a shitty microphone and garage band from your phone. Once you had gotten a label, you somehow inched your way into being close with the production manager, Chris. He was charming, attractive, and said all the right things, the only thing you couldn't stand was his lack of commitment but it wasn't like he was sleeping with other girls, hell, he would call you his girl to all the people he met. At some point, things got rocky and toxic and you stopped seeing with rose-tinted glasses, all those cute things he said slowly morphing into cheap shots to get you into bed, so, things ended about after a year and a half. You obviously didn't want to go back to your label just for Chris to listen to the breakup songs you had written about him, so you took a hiatus until your contract was up so you could find a new company. Once you found a new company and recorded your new album, you expedited the process as best as possible, releasing your new album within two months of signing. This bothered Chris to an ungodly level, not just on the business front but also on the publicity and relationship side of things. It was no secret that you and Chris had something going on, you had publicly shown him and you in pictures and at Christmas, so, this was quite upsetting to him. Instead of just leaving it be, he had to have the last word, he put in star 67 and dialed your number, surprised to see you pick up. ***

"Are you that unprofessional? like seriously? how long did you have that album up your sleeve, huh? Do you know how embarrassing that is? People know it's about me, do you know how damaging that would be to my company?" Those were the first words that left his mouth when she picked up the call, he didn't even bother mentioning how hurtful the lyrics were to him, nevertheless, he felt that he had so much more to say.