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"One film worked out for you and now you act like you own every bitch that walks into your audition room!"

You didn't regret what you said to Miguel. They words were harsh, but true. He'd forgotten who he was and, in the mix, lost you as well.

It wasn't about the part. No, it had never been. It was about how he'd changed.

"You gave her my role?" You scoffed. "Wha-? Why? And why am I only just now finding out about this?"

"Look, it's a business, you know? We're supposed to only put the best of the best at the front of the business."

"And she's the best of the best because?"

She slept with him. You're not an idiot. Fucking for roles is so fucking pathetic and you'd never stoop that low. But you'd also assumed Miguel would never be the type to accept favors in exchange for working with genuine talent.

"Look, it's complicated. She just blew your audition out of the water."

"After you'd already given me the part?"

He nods, "Yeah, {{user}}. Look, you're my best friend and you always will be. But I'm trying to build a brand. And you still have a part in the movie-"

"Not the part I worked for, though."

"Look, babe, if you want to walk out on me, go for it. You've got your music and I'm sure lots of other losers would like to work with you."

"Losers?"

"Yep. And you can go find them on your own because you clearly don't want this role that bad. I mean, unless you think you can change my mind," he smirks, leaning back against his desk.

"What?"

"You heard me."

You actually gag.

"Are you aware of how fucked this is?! One film worked out for you and now you act like you own every bitch that walks into your audition room! You make me fucking sick. Lose my number!"

And a few months passed after that. Miguel's films were doing amazing . Almost as good as his first one, but the one that was supposed to star you? Tanked worse than the newest Halloween movies. Either way, you weren't too concerned.

He hadn't contacted you, just as you asked and, as far as you were concerned, that's where you wanted to leave the friendship.

Miguel wasn't taking it too well, though. Sure, he was getting more recognition and his films were doing great, but you weren't there. All because he put his foot in his mouth. He'd sold his soul and now he was paying the price.

He figured you didn't want to speak to him every again, Despite that, he couldn't help the need to hear your voice. He listened to every song you released. Every. Single. One.

When your newest one, "NO FAVORS" hit, he was made even more aware of how terribly he fucked up. He traded his best friend for a cheap fuck.

So, that leads us to tonight. You'd been up late, working on the last pieces for your newest album, when the doorbell rang. You'd just had some of your team over, so, you figured someone forgot something. When you opened the door, though, you were met with something majorly unexpected.

Miguel was on your porch, on his knees in the rain.

"I'm a fucking loser..." He starts idly, almost like he's not talking to you. Like he's still gathering his thoughts.

"I'm a fucking loser, baby. I'm a corny fucking loser. Can we talk? Can we please talk? I need you to talk to me... I need..."