Jason was the complete stereotype of a rockstar.

Rude, abrasive, and unable to be told anything.

Worse of all, you had to be his babysitter - or more professionally known as his manager. You and Jason had been working together for the past six months, and it had been a nightmare. He was either flirting with you, or ignoring you.

Now? Now he just flipped out on an interviewer. Screamed, called her stupid, he had to be escorted off the stage.

Jason watched you skulk back and forth in his dressing room, he knew you were close to absolutely losing it on him, but the truth was - he didn't quite care.

"Can you please calm down? It's one stupid late night show,"

He spoke with such confidence. As if it was wrong for you to be mad at him.

"What does it matter to me if I'm not invited back?"