So thing. I literally stayed up until 9:30 this morning (meaning stayed up all night!), writing two chapters for this story. What's the catch you ask? We're on chapter 6 and I was writing like chapter 20 and 21 (Maybe even further than that because that's just a guesstimate?). For those dying to know, I wrote the reveal, where Dimitri and Rose come clean about EVERYTHING and then the aftermath of that night and next day. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to write down the reveal part before I lost my train of thought with it and it just wouldn't stop. I literally had to force myself to go to bed so I could get 3 hours of sleep haha.
So all that being said I'm hoping it will inspire me to write these chapters a little faster so we can get to it sooner! That being said I still only plan to post new chapters biweekly. (That is no guarantee as you all know) but I was feeling guilty for taking so long to post the last chapter and then writing two chapters towards the end of the story instead of the chapters I need to, so I decided to post this one for you.
I do want you all to know that this chapter and the previous have not yet been BETA'd hopefully once they are I can repost them without all the grammar issues that I know are there.
The fight continued (Rose freshman Dimitri Junior):
The next day I still wasn't talking to Dimitri. Anytime he tried to find me in the hallway I would turn and walk the opposite way. Serves him right!
"How long are you going to shut him out?" Lissa asked one day while we were standing in front of our lockers.
"I don't know. I'm still debating it. He deserves it. He should have never taken her side before talking to me," I said watching her grab her books out of her locker.
"Oh cause that doesn't sound jealous at all," she said smiling at me.
"It's not! I'm his best friend. He should have taken my word over hers and he definitely should not have tried to yell at me because of her. I might just keep ignoring him until he breaks up with her. We all know it's coming soon. They've almost been dating for a month."
"And you're proving me wrong how?" she asked as we started down the hall.
"Hey Rose!" I heard my name being called from down the hall. I turned to find Reed, one of the juniors on the football team, heading towards me.
"What's up?" I asked. He never really talked to me so I was wondering what he was up to.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me this weekend?" he asked looking nervous. It was kind of cute.
"Sure." I agreed.
"Awesome! I'll pick you up at 7," he said before turning and walking back the way he came.
"See does that look like I have feelings for Dimitri?" I asked looking at Lissa. She rolled her eyes and started walking again. I quickly got in stride with her.
"Oh wow, you got a date. That doesn't mean anything. Gay guys date girls all the time to hide the fact they're gay!" she pointed out.
"Doesn't mean that's what I'm doing!" I argued back.
"Whatever I'm about to be late to class. Keep denying it. You'll realize it eventually," she laughed before turning into her classroom.
Later that day I was sitting in my room when I heard the doorbell go off. Out of pure curiosity I got up and went downstairs. When I opened the door I saw it was Dimitri and tried to shut it back but he blocked it with his foot.
"Really?" he said coming in.
"By all means Dimitri, why don't you come in?" I smarted.
"Are you really still mad?" he asked.
"Are elephants fat?" I smarted off walking into the kitchen. I went to the fridge.
"Really? You're going to be like this?" he asked. I ignored him and grabbed a water before turning around and going to the island in the middle of the kitchen. I opened the water and took a drink before putting the lid back on and putting it on the counter.
"Sure, I would love a water Rose. Thank you so much for asking." He said sarcastically. I finally looked up and glared at him. "Fine! I'm sorry. I was an ass and I should have never gotten mad at you. At least not without talking to you first."
"That's a start," I said.
"Aaron told me what you told him she said and I'm sorry I didn't ask you about it first. If it makes it any better I broke up with her."
"Because of me?" I asked shocked.
"Kind of. I confronted her about what really happened and what Aaron told me and she admitted she did say it. She tried to say it was just cause she was jealous of our relationship but I told her I couldn't date someone that mean and manipulative."
"Yep you're right on time,"I told him with a chuckle.
"What?" he asked confused.
"You've almost been dating for a month. So it's about time for you to break up with her. You're way too predictable. And you have weird commitment issues. I know we're just in high school but the rate you're going there's not going to be anyone left that you haven't dated."
"So I don't like to stick to one girl. What's wrong with that?" he asked.
"Nothing manwhore," I teased.
"I'm not a manwhore!" he defended.
"Oh yes you are," I laughed.
"Take that back!" he warned pointing his index finger at me.
"Or what?" I asked getting ready to run.
"Take it back."
"Make me!" I said running out of the kitchen, down the hallway and into the living room. He tackled me into the couch and started tickling me.
"Stop it!" I cried laughing.
"Take it back!"
"Never! Man…Whore!" I yelled out in between laughs. He slowly stopped tickling me and looked down at me.
"Am I forgiven?" he asked raising his hands like he was about to start again.
"This time. But do it again and it'll take a lot more than an apology," I warned.
"I will take that into consideration in the future." He stood up and offered his hand to help me up. "Want to come over for dinner?"
"Um duh!" I said hopping off the couch and heading towards the front door. Just like that we were good again.
Present:
"So what actually happened while I was gone? I've heard her side but she can be a little dramatic," Dimitri said. I just raised an eyebrow at him when he said a LITTLE dramatic. "Ok maybe a little more than a little but that's beside the point. What happened?"
"Well long story short. She came in bitching, calling me names, I called her out for being jealous, she said she wasn't because I'm not important, I told her that her personality is as fake as her nose, she called me a crazy bitch. Then you came in."
"Was that it?" he asked cautiously.
"Yep," I said lying. I didn't feel like telling him about everything she said because then that would mean it was bothering me and it couldn't possibly be bothering me…absolutely not.
"Are you sure?" he asked eyeing me suspiciously.
"Honestly, don't we have songs I'm supposed to be working on?" I asked trying to distract him. He still didn't look like he believed me but let it go.
About then my phone rang. I looked and saw it was Mason. I told Dimitri it was important and answered it.
"Hey you what's up?" I asked wondering why he was calling
"Well I have some great news!" he said excitedly.
"Well don't keep me waiting!" I told him laughing.
"I'm coming out there! Well I am soon. I've almost got all of the money and I should be there by the end of the month!"
"What?! Really? You're finally coming out here? Is it just a visit or are you staying?"
"I'm staying, as long as you have the spare room for a while until I get my feet on the ground," he said with a laugh.
"Of course I have room for my favorite fake boyfriend!" I told him referring to the title I gave him a few years ago. It came after Viktoria started teasing us saying we acted just like a couple. Of course we are and always have been JUST good friends but we do sort of act like a couple minus all the coupley things like holding hands and kissing. I would say we act more like brother and sister but Viktoria disagreed.
"Awesome! Well I have to go to work but I'll call you tomorrow with more details. I was just too excited to wait."
"Fantastic! Well I guess I will talk to you tomorrow. Love you, be safe!" I warned.
"Love you too sis. I will." Mason said hanging up.
I walked back over to the stool and grabbed my guitar before sitting back down.
"Good news I take it?" Dimitri asked strangely looking a little sad all of a sudden.
"Yep! Mason is coming to LA!" I told him with a smile. "He said he should be here before the end of the month!
"Well that's good," he said with a small fake smile.
"Why so glum all of a sudden?" I asked.
"Oh it's nothing. Back to the songs. Do you have anything good for me?"
A little while later I still hadn't really shown him anything good but I was getting a little bit more emotional with each song. It's kind of like I'm just warming up, practicing for the really good emotional stuff.
"Ok well it's getting better but, still not your best. Why don't we call it a day and try again tomorrow?" Dimitri suggested.
"Sure sounds great," I told him checking my phones messages. I heard it go off a few times earlier but didn't read them.
"Dang it," I muttered.
"Everything ok?" Dimitri questioned.
"Mia has to stay and close because the new bartender was a no show and it was her night to help the manager close it up. I was supposed to go to her house for dinner.
"How about I take you to dinner?" I gave him a look. "Not like that. Just as friends. Come on we'll go to IHOP I know it's your favorite."
"How do you know it's my favorite still?"
"Well that is a good question but I'm assuming since breakfast has been your favorite part of the day since you were 4 and IHOP has been your favorite restaurant since you first went with us when you were 6, that it hasn't changed,"
"What if I like Denny's now?" I asked.
"You always said that's Denny's was for traitors and that their food wasn't half as good or creative as IHOP's.
"Fine I'll go but only because it's IHOP and now you have me craving pancakes," I said grabbing my guitar case and walking into the booth. Dinner with my ex-boyfriend…this won't be awkward at all!
As we walked outside I immediately knew which car was his. It was a jet black 2013 mustang Shelby gt500. He had always wanted a mustang.
"Nice car," I said trying to hide my excitement. Unfortunately while growing up I was best friends with a guy so I know a lot about cars.
"Thanks, just got her not too long ago," he said walking to the passenger door and opening it up for me.
"Thank you," I said climbing in.
"So you finally got your mustang," I said with a small smile when he got in.
"Among a few others," he grinned putting it in gear and taking off. "I actually have two, a classic and this baby."
"What year?"
"69" he said proudly.
"Of course," I smirked.
"Get your head out of the gutter Hathaway, It's a great car!"
"Mhmm. Changing subjects, I hardly ever come to this part of town." I said looking around. It was a rich area with huge houses. "Where are we going IHOP for the rich and famous?"
"No this is just a short cut. Do you think most of the rich and famous would go to IHOP?" he joked.
"No, too many carbs!" I joked back.
"So when you become rich and famous are you going to ditch IHOP too?" he asked.
"I love food way too much to become one of those annoying chicks who eat practically nothing. Plus I wouldn't want to hurt IHOPS feelings by ditching it," I said with a smile.
"Pretty sure if you quit going to IHOP they'd go bankrupt," he said with a smirk.
"UGH! I eat a lot but not enough to keep one national business running thank you!"
"Whatever gets you through the day," he chuckled. I plugged my phone in and turned the volume up playing my rock playlist.
"Shinedown? You listen to Shinedown?" Dimitri asked giving me a glance like I was weird. I shrugged and started singing along.
I feel like there is no need for conversation
Some questions are better left without a reason
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
Now and then I consider, my hesitation
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright
"Since when do you listen to Shinedown?" He asked confused. I shrugged.
"Fine since you're freaking out so bad I'll change it," I told him smiling to myself. I turned it to 30 Seconds to Mars just to freak him out even more. I started singing along with it waiting for his next comment.
What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
"This seems really dark for you," he asked looking confused like it's just now dawning on him that maybe I'm not the same girl he left behind.
"Well I've grown up since the last time you saw me Dimitri. I've changed and so has my taste in music. I'm not that same girl you left in that airport."
"Obviously," he smarted.
"And I've always liked Rock music. I just had to be in the mood for it. Plus hello Jared Leto!"
"So does that mean you listened to my band's music?" he asked. I got the impression from his expression that even he didn't know if he wanted me to say yes or not.
"Yep. Not like I had a choice. For a while that's all the radio would play," I told him making a joke out of it.
By then we were pulling into the parking lot. We got out of the car and headed inside. As we were sitting down the waitress tried to hand me the menu.
"Oh no thank you but I don't need that," I told her.
"What finally got it memorized?" Dimitri asked me sarcastically.
"Shut up jerk," I said trying not to laugh. "I just already know what I want."
"I'd say that too," he smarted off.
"Again shut up. Nobody asked your opinion." I said with a small smile.
"Is that a smile Hathaway?"
"Yea because I'm laughing at your stupidity,"
"Wow that was lame, especially for you,"
"Whatever can we just order now?"
"Just because you have the menu memorized doesn't mean I do. Some of us actually have to read the menu."
"Oh have you changed your obsessive habit of ordering the same exact meal since you were ten?"
"Maybe…people can change their minds you know,"
"Oh, don't I know that," I said softly looking out the window.
"Well you just happen to be right, I am ordering the same thing, I really should change it up," he said changing the subject.
"Why don't you let me order for you then?" I challenged.
"Because most likely whatever you order will give me diabetes."
"Are you scared Belikov? Come on live a little." He didn't say anything but looked at me questioning, wondering whether he should or not. I tried raising an eyebrow but unfortunately I haven't figured out how to do that so he of course started laughing.
"I'm not sure,"
"Fine we'll make it a bet. If I order for you and you don't like it, I will record some actual 'good' songs. If you like it, you have to answer 5 questions honestly."
"I don't like that deal," he said.
"Why because you'll have to be honest with me?" I asked sarcastic.
"No, because you know what I like and what I don't so most likely you're going to win no matter what."
"Fine you let me order for you and I will still do a few good songs tomorrow?"
"Deal."
"YES! Finally you will order something besides a dang burger!" I cheered. Ever since he was ten if we went to IHOP after 'proper' breakfast times he refused to order anything besides a burger because breakfast food is meant for breakfast not dinner according to him. The only reason he ever even came to IHOP is because of me.
"I can't believe I agreed to this," he sighed.
"You act like I'm causing you harm comrade. You need to try more new things," I told him accidentally using my old nickname for him. I was trying so hard not to call him that because it use to be a term of endearment for him but he doesn't deserve it now. This avoiding our issues and being nice thing might be becoming too much. We're quickly falling into our old routines of joking and playing around with each other, I really can't keep that up. Dimitri somehow sensed my change of mood but before he could say anything the waiter came up and asked us for our orders.
"I will have the stuffed French toast combo with strawberries, bacon and scrambled eggs and a side of pancakes. He will have the rooty tooty fresh 'n fruity. Sunny side up, bacon, and toast." I said. Dimitri raised his eyebrows. "Oh and I would like some chocolate milk, he'll probably stick with coffee."
"Thought you didn't have the menu memorized?" he asked.
"I don't but that's my second favorite thing to get so I have that memorized."
"Did you seriously just order me something called the rooty tooty fresh and fruity? I think I just lost man points just by saying that!" he said looking disgusted.
"Shut up, you'll enjoy it." I told him with a small smile before remembering my earlier thoughts.
Dimitri again realized my change in attitude and thankfully didn't say anything. We sat in silence for a few moments before he broke it.
"So how bad was the relationship?" he asked. I looked at him confused. "Yesterday you said Vika was in a bad relationship and you had to interfere, how bad was it?"
"Now you're interested," I muttered, I saw the hurt flash on his face and immediately wanted to kick myself. I might not want to become best friends with him again but I also don't want to hurt him…even if he's an asshole that deserves it. "It was the same guy who knocked Sonya up and left her right after. All he wanted to do was get in Vika's pants then leave her behind too. Almost did too."
"What happened?"
"At first we didn't know it was the same guy until Sonya saw him one day and told me who he was but didn't want me to tell anyone because she was embarrassed. By the time I found out they had already left. I knew where they were going so I called Mason then we chased her down. They were at some college party and by the time we got there he had already taken her upstairs. We stormed into the bedroom, I grabbed her and headed for the door. He tried to grab my arm but I punched him in the face, broke his nose, I took Vika outside while Mason had a talk with him before escorting us home. She wouldn't talk to me for a few weeks, not believing me that he was just using her until Sonya finally told her I was telling the truth and told her the whole story."
"Why did Sonya tell you?"
"Because she knew I would literally go in there and drag Vika out kicking and screaming to save her from him. She also knew I wouldn't judge her for her mistakes. At that time everyone was pretty much looking down on her for getting knocked up"
"Oh," he said kind of speechless. "Since when are you two so close?"
"Let's just say we had a moment of bonding that helped us understand one another better and friendship grew after that," I said not wanting to bring up those bad memories. Thinking of the night she came to my rescue.
"That's it? You know each other for years and can't stand each other then you have a moment and become best buds?" he asked confused.
"We're not best buds but…well she was there when I needed someone and we talked things through," I said remembering that day. I remember being alone in my parents giant house, sobbing, grabbing my phone calling the first number my finger hit which happened to be Sonya, all I was able to get out was "Help me!" if that. Next thing I knew Sonya was there taking care of me. She helped me get through the night and stayed with me for the next few days. Over those few days we talked and settled our issues and she continued taking care of me, physically and emotionally.
"What do you mean when you needed someone?"
"Nope. That's an answer you're not going to get. I'll tell you basics and update you on your family but, I'm not talking about me." Too painful. I pulled my legs up in the booth and sat sideways hugging my knees before I knew I did it. Once I realized I had done it, I tried to make sure there were no emotions playing on my face, not wanting Dimitri to know I was upset.
"You actually punched him?" he said after a few minutes of silence.
"Damn right, no one messes with my family and NO one tries to mess with me," I said trying to clear my head.
"I think I might have taught you to fight too well," he joked.
"Scared Belikov?" I asked with a small smirk trying to get back to the playfulness from before.
"Oh hell hath no fury like a pissed off Rose Hathaway!" he joked back. By then our food arrived so we fell into silence eating. As usual Dimitri was finished before me.
"Like it?" I asked smirking.
"Not too bad…still not meant for dinner but it was good."
"Oh just admit it was delicious and you will probably order it again," I smirked.
"We'll have to see about that," he said with a small smile. I quickly finished and we sat in silence waiting for the waiter to bring us our check.
"Don't take this the wrong way but this is kind of annoying." I told him.
"What?" he asked feigning confusion.
"This. Pretending like there's nothing wrong between us. Joking around like we're friends again. Is this really how it's going to be from now on?" I vented.
"I really don't know. You want answers that I'm not willing to tell."
"Why won't you just tell me? I can understand why you quit talking to me but I just really don't get why you quit talking to your family," I said trying not to let the hurt and pain in my voice.
"I'll just say I changed when I got here. Things happened."
"What could have been so bad you quit talking to everyone who loved you? They would never have looked down at you."
"I really don't want to talk about it," he said a bit harsh. I knew better than to keep trying to get him to open up. "On a different subject, you now have to give me some real songs."
"Fine, I told you I would but, there are some conditions. First do not assume any or all of them are about you, I have had other relationships before and after you. Second you can't ask me about any of them. If I think of anything else I'll tell you later. Ok?"
"Ok. Let's get going," he said. I hadn't even realized the waiter had brought the check. I got up and followed him to the front. He paid and we quickly made our way outside. Of course it had started raining on us and I had no jacket. It couldn't have just been a sprinkling...no...it was pouring. The kind of rain that soaks you to the bone in a matter of seconds. We dashed to the car. When we got in the car, I quickly turned on the heater because I was freezing. It was the freezing cold rain and I didn't have clothes on made for this weather. Dimitri reached into his backseat and pulled out the all too familiar duster I had gotten him for his 16th birthday (having parents who are rich come in handy sometimes) and handed it to me.
"Here put this on." He said.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Just put it on, I'll be fine. I'm from an arctic wasteland remember?" he teased me about the comment I made when I found out his family was originally from Russia.
"Fine. Thank you." I said putting it on. He pulled out of the parking lot and started heading back the way we came.
"Don't you need to know where I live?" I asked.
"I'm not taking you home yet," he said.
"Then where are we going?"
"The studio, you said you'd give me good songs. No backing out now." He smirked.
"I meant tomorrow, not tonight! Are we even allowed in the studio after hours?"
"Yep, I have a key card. Once you sign a more permanent deal you'll get one too."
"So we're seriously going to record at 9 at night?"
"Yep," he said popping the 'p'.
"Oh fun," I muttered. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I was thinking about my earlier encounter with Tasha. Before I even knew I had opened my mouth, I popped off a question that had been on my mind all afternoon. "Did you really never mention me?"
"What?" he asked confused.
"All of these years did you really never talk about me, not even once?" I asked trying not to let the hurt enter my voice.
"Ah so there was more," he smirked.
"Well it's not like it matters, I was just curious ," I said shrugging.
"She was just trying to annoy you. Trust me when I got here I couldn't shut up about you. I wouldn't quit talking about you, my family and all of the people back home. It got so bad Ivan threatened to hit me every time I mentioned you," he chuckled.
"Ivan was in your band right?" I asked. He suddenly grew serious again.
"Yea,"
"He was the one who passed away?" I asked carefully.
"Yea," he said but didn't elaborate.
"I'm sorry," I told him sincerely.
"Thanks," he said unemotionally. He quickly changed subjects again. "What else did she say?"
"Oh nothing really," I lied.
"That's what you said earlier. You were lying then and you're lying now."
"She just said that you don't care about me, and you went home complaining that you had to work with me," I said quickly.
"And?"
"And what?"
"What else did she say?"
"Who said there was more?" he just gave me a look.
"Fine, she said that you told her you have no idea why we were ever friends and you regret it all, especially dating me. Like I said it was stupid and doesn't matter."
"None of that is true. I didn't say anything like that."
"Doesn't matter. Really. Even if you did say it, it doesn't bother me," I said looking out the window. "The past is in the past."
"Roza, I honestly never said anything even close to that. I would never regret having you as a friend and especially would never regret what we had. She's just trying to mess with you. She can be a bit jealous sometimes."
"Really? Hadn't noticed," I said sarcastically. "What I don't get is why you are with her? She's so annoying! Plus you're not the kind of guy that would put up with her shit…at least you used to not be that guy."
"She's been there for me over the years. She hasn't always been like this. I stay with her because she's been there when I needed someone," he said.
"Yea well your family would have been there for you too, I would have been there for you. You pushed us away," I said a little more bitter than I wanted to.
"Like I said I really don't want to talk about why I pushed y'all away, you wouldn't understand anyway" he said his southern accent mixing with his Russian accent. Somehow even though I was mad at him I still found it sexy as hell. By now we were back in the parking lot of the studio. We got out of the car but continued arguing as we went in.
"Why because I'm so naïve? There's no way a simple girl like me could ever understand your problems right? I hate to break it to you but I probably understand better than anyone. Even precious Tasha" I said sarcastically really pissed off.
"That's not what I'm saying. I just…Look, you'd never been through anything like what I was going through and I didn't want to drag you into it. And how would you know?"
"Wow. I didn't know you had the monopoly on problems. Would have saved me a lot of trouble over the years. I might not have ever gone through the same shit you dealt with but I've had my fair share of problems."
"Oh yea you've had such a horrible life," he smarted off as we entered the sound booth.
"You really have no idea what you're talking about. I've been through stuff that you couldn't even imagine, so don't you dare sit there and patronize me."
"Oh my god! So I left! Was it really that horrible? Get over it!" he yelled.
"Ok now I really, really want to kick your ass. Yes you left, yes I was devastated, are you happy to hear that? Because I was. Honestly. But, you know what? I got over it. You made your choices and I learned to accept them," I told him truthfully but, then I started getting louder until by the end I was almost yelling, fueled by my anger. "But, a lot happened after you left. I went through a lot of shit and a lot of pain. So don't you dare try to pretend like you know shit about me. What's worse is I was forced to go through it alone! You didn't, you chose to be alone!"
"So again it's my fault? Apparently you had my family," he smarted sounding as pissed as I felt.
"Wow. No it wasn't your fault this time, it was mine. You're really starting to annoy me with this jealousy over me still being involved with your family. Yea I had them but honestly at that time I didn't even want them. That's what you don't get Dimitri, I tried to leave your family. Shit I tried to leave the city, the state, the freaking planet but they wouldn't let me. Because even when I didn't want them and all I wanted was you. They wouldn't leave. You know why Dimitri? Because family doesn't care what you do or have done. They don't care what mistakes you've made, or if you've screamed and cussed at them and told them to leave you alone. The only reason I am here today is because of your family. And no matter what you think, they would have and still will stand by you until the day they die even after the way you've treated them.
"What does that even mean? Did you try to kill yourself?" he asked confused before his anger took over again. "And what makes you think I would have been much help for this mysterious 'shit' you went through? If they couldn't help you how could I?"
"Because!" I yelled frustrated. 'Because if you were there it might have never happened, if you were there you would have been able to understand more than they could, if you were there I wouldn't feel so guilty' I thought to myself. I wasn't about to go into details so I changed courses. "I may not know what you've dealt with and may not have experienced what you did but, that doesn't mean that I can't understand or wouldn't have at least tried to help. You know all it would have taken was one phone call and I would have been here."
"That's one reason why I couldn't talk to you. You had things back home you needed to take care of. You were still in school and I couldn't just let you up and abandon your life to come be with me."
"So instead you turn to some over bearing, annoying, bitch? Good choice. No matter what I had at home, I needed you more," I said trying to calm down when all I wanted to do was go find a closet or a corner and cry my eyes out. This was too much. Ever since I saw him yesterday everything has started coming back to the surface. All the emotions I've buried and locked away were trying to let loose. And this is just the beginning.
"Look I'm not trying to be douche but I don't need your approval. I made my decisions. You might not approve but it's not your life. I understand you're pissed and hurt because of what I've done and you have every right to be but stay out of it."
"Whatever Dimitri. That's fine. I'm out of it. From now on it's strictly business. You're my producer and that's it."
"If that's how you want to see it."
"I think that's what's best," I told him. I couldn't keep going down this road. I have a feeling if we continue like this it could break me. I'll just keep working on this album and hopefully a new producer will open up and I can switch. Until then Dimitri and I are nothing but colleagues.
Yea let's see how long that lasts…I have a feeling not very long.
