A/N: Hey everyone. I was going to wait a few more days to see how people were reacting to this story before posting this, but I just felt like a full chapter would give y'all a better idea of how the story is going to be. I will say the first few chapters are mainly set up chapters, like background and getting to know everyone and their relationships with each other. You will really get to know the type of relationship between Tris and Four in these chapters. I will say their relationship is very smart ass, sarcastic, a lot of back and forth banter, and not very friendly, but don't worry eventual this will change, but for now they don't really like each other. Just to let everyone know, this is where the story really starts. The showcase in the first chapter was a year after Tris got signed to the label and this chapter is actually a year after the showcase in the first chapter. This story will explain what has happened over that time skip and the time before the showcase. I did this time skip because it makes the story work better in my mind. I hope you enjoy. I also want to say that I did not steal my idea from anyone. If there is a story like this one out there, I had no idea. I came up with the idea all on my own, so if you feel like I stole this from someone please know that I did not. I would never steal ideas from someone else. Please remember this, that I did not steal my story from anyone else, when reading. Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.

Chapter 2

(Tris' POV)

These past two years have been one hell of a ride. I got offered a record deal at the hottest label in the music industry right after graduating high school. A year later I completed my debut album and performed in a massive showcase. I had so much fun making my album. My producer, Shauna is amazing and knows exactly what I have envisioned for my music. It is almost like she can read my mind and knows how the music needs to be in order to get the message that I was going for to get across.

After my album dropped, at number one, I went on tour. It wasn't a giant tour and I wasn't the headline, but it was still a tour none-the-less. I was the opening act for one of the bigger artists here at Dauntless Records, but by the end of the tour, more and more people in the crowd actually knew my songs and wanted to hear me sing. It was incredible. I never thought that so many people would love my music, but I guess I should have figured that out when my album debuted at number one on the charts.

I spent a year on the road and now I am finally back home to record my sophomore album. I wrote so much on the road that I probably could record my second, third, and fourth album, but as much as I love letting others hear my music, some is just too personally to let anyone hear besides me.

I walk into the studio, the whole place filled with busy people running around like bees in a hive. I head towards Max's office to get the low down on everything that has been happening before I can actually record. I knock on the door and once told to enter I see Max sitting behind his desk with a giant smile and Shauna sitting in one of the chairs opposite him, smiling just as big, if not more.

"If it isn't my favorite artist. We are so glad to have to you back." Max says with a grin.

"Thanks Max, I am glad to be back." I reply sweetly with a smile of my own, as I take a seat next to Shauna.

"I know you are probably chomping at the bit to get back in the recording booth, so I will make this short." Max states, causing all three of us to laugh a little. "As you know, your album debut at number one and was there for twelve weeks straight. That is pretty amazing for a first album. That being said, this next album needs to be better. I want to hear different songs from you, and by that I mean more happy songs." Max continues.

"I do write happy songs, just not happy-happy, joy-joy songs like all those other pop artists out there." I butt in defensively.

"I know, and that is why so many people are drawn to you and your music. You sing what is in your heart, which allows everyone to be able to connect with your music on a personal level. That is amazing and not many artist can do that, but that doesn't mean your fans don't want something more. I know a lot of them would love to hear a love song, I mean a happy love song." Max states.

"I don't do love songs." I bite out a little bitterly.

"I know, but I need at least one on this album. If not for me, for your fans." Max states, a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Tris, it would make a more well-rounded album. Plus it would bring you out of your comfort zone and push you as an artist, which can only make you better." Shauna chimes trying to appeal to my rational side.

"Fine, I will think about it, but no promises." I state with huff.

"Thank you. Now onto my other news, this week we are having a party honoring Free Four. They just finished their tour and will be coming back to the studio to start recording their fourth album. Every artist is required to perform. We want to pay our respects to these boys, so all artists are being required to sing one of the band's songs. You can twist it however you want to make it your own, but make sure not to change it too much where you can't tell it is one of their songs." Max explains.

"I don't like covers and honestly, I don't like Free Four all that much. Their music is kind of pointless." I state with a chuckle.

"I could care less Tris. You will do this with a smile on your face, no complaining." Max says authoritatively and I know that I have to do as I am told.

"I understand. What song do I have to sing?" I question with a sigh.

"You can pick any song you want off of this list, just make sure it isn't one of the highlighted ones. You can make it fit your voice better, but remember to make sure it is clear that it is a Free Four song." Max replies before motioning us to leave his office.

"So tell me how was tour? Was it super fun? Did you meet any hot guys?" Shauna asks excitedly as we head to studio A.

"Okay, first no boys. We both know that boys are not on my mind. Second, tour was so fucking amazing. I loved every aspect of it. I got to sing every night to a crowd full of people who actually wanted to hear my songs. It was even cooler towards the end when people were singing along with me. It felt so amazing." I explain ecstatically, as I slump down into the chair behind the soundboard.

"Well I am glad you had fun, but I missed the hell out you. All my other artist are just too damn boring for my liking." Shauna states with a smile, sitting down in the chair next to me.

"I am glad to be back too. I have so many new songs for the album. I swear I wrote a new song ever four hours." I reply with a chuckle, causing Shauna to laugh.

"I love how dedicated you are to this, but sadly we can't work on anything for your album this week. I am supposed to make you focus on this Free Four…" Shauna explains but I interrupt with a loud, aggravated sigh. "I know you don't like those guys, but you have to do this." Shauna continues calmly, trying not to aggravate me more.

"It isn't that I don't like the guys. The boys, besides Four, are really nice, but their music…" I start explaining but stop letting out an exaggerated sigh of frustration. "Their music just sucks. It has no meaning and it makes me understand why old people use to call rock and roll noise because that is all their music is, noise." I explain further with a chuckle.

"Excuse me?" A low, angry voice interrupts from the doorway behind us.

I turn around to see who rudely interrupted us. Standing in the doorway is a tall, handsome guy, with dark wash blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt, showing off his well-defined body. He has short, brown hair and he wears a smirk across his lips, as his dark blue eyes stare at me intensely. I automatically recognize him as Four and let out a groan of annoyance.

"Excuse me? How about excuse you? This is a private conversation, hence why the door was closed." I bite out with obvious annoyance.

"You obviously don't know who I am, because if you did you would know that I can go wherever the hell I want, closed door or not." Four replies smugly, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"Oh I know exactly who you are, but I never thought you were this arrogant." I state smartly with a chuckle, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Arrogant? I am not arrogant. I am the sweetest guy in the world." Four replies innocently, causing both Shauna and I to bust out laughing. I see Four's smirk turn into a scowl, making even more satisfied.

"Whatever. Shauna I came to tell you that Zeke wants to see you. He has been pouting the whole tour missing you." Four states matter of factly before turning on his heel to leave.

Once he is gone I turn towards Shauna with a questioning look. "When did you get with Zeke and why the hell didn't you tell me?" I ask with mock hurt.

"It was shortly after you left for tour, but I didn't think it was going to last since he left for tour like two days later. I guess I was wrong." Shauna explains a little timidly.

"Well, go talk to him. I can survive on my own for a little bit." I state encouragingly with a smile. I make a shooing motion and Shauna quickly obliges and heads out of the studio to find Zeke.

I automatically head into the recording booth and sit crisscrossed on the ground. I pull out my journal and start writing whatever pops into my head. I am interrupted shortly by someone clearing their voice.

"I am busy." I state pointedly without looking up from my journal.

"I just wanted to finish that conversation we were having before you rudely started laughing at me." Four replies in a sweet tone, making me groan inwardly.

"Well if you can't tell, I am busy writing real music. So if you could please just leave me alone, that would be great." I bite out, still not looking at him.

"What is your problem? What did I do to make you hate me so much?" Four questions, the anger clearly starting to boil up.

"You didn't do anything personally to me. Hell, I doubt if you even know who I am." I answer, finally looking up at him with a scowl.

"Then what is your problem?" Four asks, crossing his arms across his chest.

"My problem is this." I state, motioning up and down at him. "You are arrogant as hell. You think that everyone should bow down to you and that you are some God because your band is always number one. Add on the fact that music is crap and meaningless, and you got a guy I don't like." I explain harshly, causing Four to get even angrier.

"Those are some big words coming from such a little girl." Four bites out with a chuckle.

"And you just proved my point further. Now if you would please leave, I have work to do." I reply smugly, turning my attention back to my journal.

"Whatever, you are so not worth the time." Four states with an aggravated huff before leaving the room.

Once he is gone, I let out a loud, frustrated groan. He is such an ass. He thinks he is the shit because he is in Free Four. I can't believe he thinks he can do and say whatever he wants without any consequences. Well news flash, I don't put up with shit from anyone. I could care less who you are, no one treats me like that.

"Tris, are you okay?" Shauna asks curiously pulling me out of my rant in my mind.

"Fine, just a little aggravated." I state a little harsher than intended.

"What happened?" Shauna questions.

"Four" I bitterly state. Shauna starts laughing at my statement and I look at her curiously. "What's so funny?"

"Let me guess, he tried to play the 'I am king of the label' crap and you smart assed him?" Shauna questions knowingly. I nod in reply causing Shauna to laugh some more. "I am glad that someone is finally putting him in his place, but be careful. He can be a little aggressive when he doesn't get his way. I mean he won't hurt you or anything, but he will try to push your buttons like crazy." Shauna explains.

"He doesn't scared me. Now can we get to work, even if it is on one of his songs? I need to sing or I am going to explode out of frustration." I state with a chuckle.

"I guess that means you picked one already?" Shauna asks curiously.

"I found one of their first songs, before they became crap, and their music actually had some meaning." I explain, causing Shauna to chuckle as she heads into the sound booth.

"Let's get started then." Shauna says through the microphone.