Okay, so I think this fanfic will end up being about 20 chapters long including an epilogue.

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How can so few words trigger such a chaotic reaction? All we said was that we didn't like the song.

The entire studio was in a maelstrom of confusion, disappointment, and disbelief. Rin and I tried to yell above the crowd, pleading with them that it wasn't as bad as they thought. It wasn't that we hated the song. It was just that… well, yeah, we hated the song, but that didn't mean we wouldn't sing it.

"Riley!" I called over the paranoia, tugging on the sleeve of his expensive-looking suit.

He glanced at me with an exhausted expression.

"We'll still sing them, Riley!" I practically shouted.

He cupped a hand to his ear and I repeated my agreement. He blinked, then waved me off, scribbled a note on a sticky note pad and handed it to me.

If you hate the song, you'll hate singing it. Don't worry about it, the note said.

Riley gave me a half-smile and turned back to trying to calm down his employees.

I was about to jump in and help him when a hand pulled me back.

I turned to see Camille, a disapproving grimace on her face. She already had a hold of my sister and she guided us out of the room and through the complicated hallways to the lounge Rin and I had sat in when we had first arrived.

Camille immediately got down to business, sitting down and taking out one of those calendar/notebook things that was already covered in carefully planned events. Rin and I glanced at each other, both wondering if we had just made a big mistake.

The scratching of Camille's pencil stopped and my sister and I both turned to fix her gaze with ones of our own.

"You two realize that you've just ruined every date planned for the next month, right?" she informed us monotonously.

"I'm guessing this is the wrong time to say that I, in fact, did not know that," Rin commented, trying to diffuse the tension.

"You'd be correct," Camille replied, not laughing.

I decided it was time to intervene before we really ticked off our manager. "Look Camille, it wasn't really something we thought about. We probably should have, but honestly, those songs were so…"

"Overdone," Rin supplied.

I nodded. "Yeah."

Camille closed her eyes, rubbing her temples, agitated. A full minute passed before she reopened them. "Okay, I'll talk to the writers. Maybe we can find a workaround."

Camille should never become a fortune teller. Ever.

The two weeks were filled with visits to the studio that Rin and I came to call the Boom Room because every time we leave, we leave behind some amount of chaos.

This happens because even though Camille spoke with Riley, they aren't turning out anything that Rin and I enjoy. They're all songs about things like love, heartbreak, and loneliness. Some had forgettable beats, others had bizarrely unattractive qualities. We began to wonder whether our opinions were skewed.

We were almost out of hope when one day, we sat eating some form of pasta in the cafeteria. The chair across from us clattered against the floor and we looked up to see Ty joining us with a bowl of soup and a grilled cheese sandwich.

He takes a sip of his coffee – Ty doesn't seem to drink anything else – before speaking. "So I've heard that we have to move out the release date of your new songs by at least a month. Is there something you two would like to share with me?"

Rin's eyes were trained on her tray, guilty. I guess it was my responsibility then. "The songs they're writing are horrible, Ty."

Ty nodded slowly, as if expecting this and took a bite of his soup-soaked sandwich.

Rin added, "It's like they've written the same song five times and they're hoping that by the fifth time, we'll like it."

Another sip of coffee. "Those idiots."

We were both appropriately stunned. Ty had just openly insulted his coworkers and if that wasn't unprofessional, then I don't know what is.

Taking notice of our confusion, Ty made to explain. "Do you know why you don't like any of their songs?"

"Because they're easy to forget?"

"Because they just suck?"

Ty chuckled and shook his head. "They're not working the angle I want them to."

Ooh, cliff hanger, but not really o_O

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