Played By Strings Of Fate

7th String - Black and Black

"I don't blame you. You rarely use your brain as it is--Ow! Why did you pinch me?!" I asked Clark with a look of hostility after he had pinched my arm really hard, "You sly bastard."

"You just know how to ruin a moment, don't you?" he stuck his tongue out at me and I wanted to cut it off right there.

I know I have feelings for Clark, I'm not even going to deny it, but he is such a disrespectful arse.

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"Again." Jesse, Clark's manager, commanded for the billionth time.

Clark glared at him before complying. It's not like he has a choice.

Jesse smirked before he pressed the reset button on the keyboard. The keyboard which I now know how to operate thanks to Clark's attractive manager.

It's been a two weeks since I had met Jesse and we've been getting along well. Especially went it came to pissing Clark off.

Clark had already recorded three songs for his second album and I've been coming to the studio every Saturdays to hear it everything. I think Jesse might have labeled me as an important factor for the future of Clark's music. I give him straight-forward opinions and he agrees with them. Two songs had already been rejected. I liked the melody but their messages were quite meaningless.

Clark's fans already found out that he was recording here so everytime I came here, they would eye me murderously. They were probably wondering why I was allowed to enter the building when even the Clark's family was prohibited.

They see me as a threat to their imaginary relationship with Clark. Such bimbos.

"Agaaaain!" Jesse sang as he stopped the song, "You sound annoyed. Do it again." he muttered into the mic.

Clark snorted from inside the booth, "Maybe because I am annoyed."

Jesse tsked, "You really have to learn how to control your temper. It's not a very good sight, my dear singer."

"Yeah well, you're not a very good sight either." Clark answered, crossing his arms with an arrogant expression.

I laughed quietly.

Watching someone torment Clark was just as fun as tormenting him myself. The only difference was that I could happily watch the exchange between him and his manager without writing a witty comeback in my brain. I tend to do that a lot when Clark and I are squabbling. It felt nice to just sit back and laugh at him.

Jesse is indeed a gift from above.

"Are you going to sing or not?" Jesse finally said after five minutes of debating with Clark on who can make more twists using their tongues. It was entertaining and disgusting at the same time.

"Are you going to stop being a dick or not?" Clark shot back.

"Never." Jesse answered automatically, as if he was used to the question, "Now repeat."

Clark wasn't able to respond because the music already began. Again, he had no choice but to do as he was told.

The song they were recording today was actually good. It's an upbeat song and the only instrument in the background was a guitar. The lyrics were good too. They were about family and I could already tell that Clark wrote it for his. He loves his family more than anything.

"How's that?" Clark asked Jesse, irritated.

Jesse shrugged, "It doesn't really match your voice but not bad."

Clark snorted, "Imagine if you had to sing it."

"If I had sung it, we wouldn't be here this late."