Oh boy. Here we are again, you think upon seeing your ex. Spencer fucking Elijah Wood. How did you end up in this situation? It’s your managers fault really, or more accurately, your label’s. Your band's popularity grew as a result of the annual Battle of the Bands: Hosted by the legendary band, Misfits Alley. Your band signed a record deal with Burkley's.

Burkley Records, one of the most prestigious record labels in all of LA.

By a miraculous coincidence or cruel fate, your ex's band, Tempest, is also signed to the same label. It’s good he’s moving on, you think. Still, it is not until you meet him in person that the lingering emotions truly become noticeable. You both still have those matching tattoos from before the breakup, yours and his initials, inked on each other’s wrist from one drunken mistake.

"Is this some sort of joke?" Spencer accused, casting a cold stare at you and the publicist. “I’m not doing this with them.” Spencer scoffs as he stands up from the chair he had been slouching in. "You kind of have to; it is in your contract," the publicist says, clasping her hands together smugly.

A fake collab. ’It will give the fans something to root for, and you can end it at the end of the season,’ the woman said. "So, to increase show ratings then?" Spencer quips, folding his arms in silent protest. "Well, yeah, it will definitely increase viewership," the publicist said with a shrug.

Now here you are, in the tour bus along with Spencer’s group. Yay. They appear to be nice people; Gray in particular seems to be quite close with Spencer.