Sitting on the edge of the plastic chair, Stevie cradled a foam cup in one hand and a piece of sheet music in the other. "I don't like how it sounds." She announced in a low tone as she listened to the music floating through the room.
She had said that about every track that they had listened to that night... It was getting old.
Rolling his eyes casually, Lindsey shifted in his seat. "You don't like anything." He argued, spinning around in his chair slowly.
They had been bickering back and forth all evening, and while that wasn't very unusual for them, it had become almost unbearable that night... They were like oil and water- they just didn't mix very well.
"It doesn't sound like something that I would sing." She was totally unenthused with him and all the alterations he'd made to her songs... She always was.
"What are you talking about?" He creased a brow, a soft chuckle filling the thick air around them. "These are literally the lyrics you have written down, Stevie." Reaching across the sound bar, he grabbed a different stack of wrinkled up paper to show her.
He was trying his best not to yell... he really was, but sometimes, she just made it so hard for him.
"I just don't like it." She shrugged her shoulders, face frozen and eyes cold. "And I won't sing it that way, so..." she knew how to get under his skin and she used that to her advantage... but vice versa, of course. "Let's just change it and then move on." She added, not even entertaining the idea of glancing at his proof.
He stared at her for a long second as his jaw settled and his eyes burned into hers. "It's getting late," he shook his head, tossing the music back down in frustration. "Let's just call it a night, how about that?" Lindsey didn't feel like arguing with her- for once.
"That's a good idea." Mick agreed, also not very interested in listening to them scream at one another... There had been enough of that earlier in the day.
Tossing her hands out, she let out a gentle, yet very unenthusiastic chuckle. "I'm already gone." She assured, pushing herself up off the chair in one swift motion.
With a soft nod, Lindsey stood up as well. "Yeah, maybe tomorrow morning we can come in with better attitudes." By we, he meant her, and everyone in the room knew that.
Rolling her eyes, she let out a gentle scoff. "I won't be here until after four tomorrow." Stevie announced, standing in front of the mirror that hung on the far wall.
With half a smirk, Lindsey slid his jacket up his arms. "You need that much beauty sleep, princess?" His eyes met hers through the glass- seeing the flash of annoyance written across her face.
Stevie decided to ignore him- sometimes that was the easiest thing for them. "Goodnight, everyone." She ran her fingers through her hair one more time, fluffing the curls before she grabbed her purse off the chair. "See you later, Lindsey." She added with a faint grin.
There was a couple of muffled goodbyes, everyone far more worried about packing their stuff up for the night then Stevie and Lindsey's usual antics.
"Let me walk you out." It wasn't a question, it was a statement- he wanted a moment alone.
Stevie shook her head lightly as she pulled open the heavy wooden door. "That isn't really necessary." She knew he wasn't going to listen either way and she was right, because he was still only a couple of feet behind her.
"Can we talk...?" He wondered in a low voice, waving lightly as someone passed them in the hallway.
"My assistant is waiting." She protested, still putting one foot in front of the other as they headed for the double doors.
