Toy Bonnie POV

"Chica, we need to talk."

"What's wrong, Bonnie?"

I can't believe this. She's off in la-la-land making an ass of everyone and has the audacity to ask what's wrong.

"You know goddamn well what's wrong," I growl. "I don't know whose time you think you're on, but you need to get your ass in gear. All your work the past few days has been half-assed. You're always staring into space during performances or dicking around in the hallway during meet-and-greets. You need to tell me what's going on right. Fucking. Now."

"I told you, Bonnie, I'm fine. Just thinking about things is all," she says, eyeing me up and down. You wanna play hard-ball? Fine. Let's dance.

"Oh, you're fine? You're fine, Chica? That's great. I'm so glad you're fine. I'm not. Management is up my ass, Freddy is being an even bigger dick than usual, and that's on top of the regular shit with the terrible terrors and their dumb-ass deadbeat parents. I think you'd better tell me what you're thinking so hard about that you're hanging us out to dry."

"Bonnie, I need you to trust me on this. I promise, promise, promise I'm not trying to screw you over, but there's important business I'm trying to deal with and-"

"WHAT?!" I shout. "What is this important fucking business you're keeping us in the dark about? Are you trying to sabotage the company?! That is screwing us over, Chica! That's screwing us all over!"

"No! It's not that!"

"Then tell me, damn it! Why are you being such a bitch?!"

The air is sucked from the room almost instantly. Ah, shit…

"Maybe I wouldn't have to be that way if I could count on you to help me and not freaking criticize everything I do! Did that ever occur to you? Maybe what I'm doing requires a lot of thought and I'm doing it all myself because you guys would whine and moan about it!" She pauses to get her bearings. "And…I'm not sure you would approve anyway."

"Yeah, I figured," I sneer, clenching and unclenching my fists. Why am I so pissed?

"It's nothing bad, just-" she says, before burying her face in her hands. "Scott, why is this so hard?!"

"I don't know, and frankly I don't really care," I say, starting for the exit.

No…I can't end it there. "Get your act together, Chica," I say finally, walking out of the room.

I'm not just saying that to say it. I hope, for her sake, that she figures her shit out quick. There are others around far less forgiving than me, and if she thinks she can get past them she's in for one hell of a rude awakening.