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Why the hell are they calling us in for some stupid surprise label meeting? I thought as we trudged down the hallway of our label's headquarters, Eight Note music firm.

As we approached the door, Nate stopped me. He gripped my shoulders tightly "Dude, no matter what they say, don't pull any stupid shit, you hear me?" he yell whispered cautiously.

I simply shrugged his hands of my shoulder, tore open the glass door and sat in the nearest armchair there was in the office.

Nate and Jason followed suit and sat at the table where, the President, Mr. Quentin, our dip wad Tour Manager, Thomas, and some unknown girl I'd never seen nor heard of before.

Mr. Quentin cleared his throat, adjusted his tie, and tightened the lapels of his blazer before speaking

"Boys, I'm sure you're wondering why we've called you in here." He paused.

Get on with it; I've got places to be…

"We've have a bright addition to you're upcoming World Tour."

FUCK. You might as well say 'I smoke crack while fucking prostitutes on the Golden Gate Bridge'. At least that would've caught my attention.

"This young lady you see here, will be the opening act of your tour." He said gesturing the blonde-ish brunette—I couldn't care less -girl sitting next to him at the head of the table.

"Boys, please meet Harleigh Gartner." He said while over-perkily clapping his hands.

So girl has a name? Please. I verbally scoffed, got up, and exited the room.

"Dude, what now?" I heard Nate yell after me.

I quickened my pace at this. She's simply just another bitch who thinks trying to steal my stage from me will make her famous or some thing. Negative.

I felt a hand grip my elbow. Preparing for a lash out at Nate I raised my voice, not turning around

"What" I muttered tightly through a closed mouth,

"Is your problem?" I realized I'd been talking at the same time with this small, female voice.

I quickly turned around ready to confront the bitch. It was that Haley girl or whatever

"Yo-!" I began to bellow

"Don't you dare say me she said firmly" propping one leg out in front of her "I'm going on tour with you, deal. Oh and can you try and not be a dick for me? That'd be nice ,thanks." She said while turning on her heel and traipsing back to the office.

"Whoa bitch" I said, I didn't take shit from anyone. Especially this nobody. "I already don't like you; I already know you, and what you're trying to do. It's not going to work. So I suggest you take your country bumpkin or wherever you're from back there." I shot back.

She laughed back at me; it would've actually been comical if she hadn't done it in a witch like formation.

"What makes you think that?" she inquired with a faux-intrigued tone of voice.

"I've seen them all" I muttered.

"Oh, well I've got one thing to say to you." With her next words her voice dropped to a hollow whisper

"Before you hold your hold breath, make sure you sniff me out." She said. At that she turned oh her heel back to the offices to presumably, sign release forms.

I let those words linger in my head for a minute.

I brushed them off and dug out my car keys.

I half ran to the parking lot, clicked the signaler on my keys, and sped off.

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