Setting: Westlake Recording Studios, West Hollywood, CA
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Maybe Demi should let Kris manage her music career as well. At least that was all that she could think about once she entered the lobby of the recording studio and saw Phil casually leaning against the front desk. Thank God she had grabbed his favorite drink from Starbucks along with a cake pop or she would've had to hear him bitching about that too.
"What are you wearing?" Is the first thing he asked once she approached him, but Demi simply looked down at her outfit in confusion. After three months with a new wardrobe, she was used to always dressing to impress so she was wearing a striped two-piece outfit with ankle boots and her favorite mini leather backpack. Her hair was straight and flowing down her back and if she had to say so herself, she looked fucking good.
"Clothes...?"
"Demi, this song needs to be written today and I don't care how long it takes, you're not leaving this studio until it's finished so that we can start laying down the track next week. Ask Max to bring you something more comfortable to wear," Phil demanded, but Demi waved him off as she begin to walk towards the hall where all the studios were, searching for Studio B.
"I'm not finished yet. Why has it even taken you so long to do this song in the first place? Trey is the very first artist that we set you up with, this should've been the first song that you finished so that it could be released as a single and-"
"Phil, have you fucking considered the fact that Trey is my ex fucking boyfriend and maybe I don't want to fucking work with him?" Demi exclaimed, whipping around and stopping Phil – and all of his bitching – in his tracks. He looked embarrassed, to say the least, but Demi knew he wouldn't apologize for it either.
"I'm a human being and I was with Trey for six years of my life and now you want me to work on a song with him. Not only that, but you guys gave us some romantic duet as if we didn't breakup with each other. As if we haven't been through so much shit together. I will do the song with him but next time you force me to do some shit like this, how about you remember the fact that I'm a fucking human with feelings, and think about how you would feel if you were forced to work with someone when you just ended a six-year relationship with them, okay?"
Phil nodded his head so Demi shoved his drink and the Starbucks bag into his chest before she entered the studio and saw Trey sitting there, mindlessly doodling on a notepad.
"Hey," Demi greeted as she sat down on the couch next to him.
"Hey...you ready to work?"
"More ready than I'll ever be," Demi shrugged, taking her bag off and leaving her phone inside before setting it on the table in front of them. "So, let's start with a concept.
Four hours later, five cartons of greasy Chinese take-out, and probably a hundred pieces of crumpled up paper, the only thing that they had accomplished was coming up with a chorus. It really wasn't their best work. They had spent most of the time listening to their favorite duets by their favorite artists and it didn't really help. It just got them even more distracted. At least Max had bought her more comfortable clothes to wear.
