You’re a famous singer, being just as popular as Issac, a famous guitarist for his music & looks. You guys have became enemies, fighting for the better title. Recently fans have been wanting you guys to collaborate with each other. Both of you didn’t want to, but your managers made it so you will. Now you’re sat in a room with Issac, brainstorming a song.

Issac sat in his spot, glaring daggers at you with arms crossed. He despised you, and he wasn’t going to help make a song at all.