⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝑀𝑢𝑐ℎ － 𝐴𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 ࿐ྂ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

( With a heart like that, you deserve the world. )

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Nadia had been stuck in Bob Roth's recording studio for three hours. Not that she minded however her mother had been listening to her like a hawk and refused to give her any breaks. At this rate, Nadia was going to lose her voice.

"No. The song is too slow. Too... Romantic." She judged, crossing her arms.

"How about something more upbeat kid?" Bob asked the girl who only sighed with a nod.

The backing track began to play once again and Nadia began to sing this time however, she was forced to come up with lyrics on the spot as the original lyrics didn't fit the 'theme'.

"No, no, no, stop!" Her mother yelled causing Bob to paise the backing track. Nadia put the headphones around her neck with a huff. "You're just singing random things that don't even go with the song! How do you expect to get an album out if this is your attitude?"

"Well maybe if you let me sing what I wanted we wouldn't have this problem!" Nadia yelled through the glass as she took the headphones from around her neck and put them down.

"Excuse me? I'm your manager and your mother! You will show me respect!" She shouted at her daughter who had just exited the recording room.

"Respect is earned not automatically given! If you want my respect you have to give me the same respect back!" Nadia told her mother as she walked towards the door. "I'm leaving. Bob, I'll call you when I'm ready."

With that, Nadia stormed out of the room and out of the building. Symph poked her head out of Nadia's bomber jacket and stared at the girl worriedly, "Nadia! You have to calm down, I understand it's frustrating but we can't risk you getting akumatised by Hawk Moth!"

As Nadia stuffed her hands in her pockets and crossed a road, she took a breath and nodded. "You're right Symph. Plus, it's not like I'm going anywhere. The album will be finished when I'm ready, it's not my mother's decision to decide how to do my job." Nadia told the kwami who nodded and hid back in the girl's jacket.

Nadia continued to walk through the streets of Paris, humming different tunes which could be made into something resembling a song. Taking a left, Nadia walked into the Park, not noticing the blonde model, the bluenette who now hated her, the blogger and a small child.

"I already know what Adrien's doing here but, Marinette and Alya? And whose that little girl?" Nadia mumbled as she walked closer. Not paying them any mind, she walked past the girls.

"Did you see that? He waved at me!" Marinette giggled as she waved back awkwardly.

"Yesh. I saw it too." Alya rolled her eyes at the girl. "Pretty normal. Since we're in the same class."

Nadia shook her head as she continued to walk around the park, taking her phone out of her pocket, she began typing some of her thoughts into her notes page.

"Running through... Running through... Running through?" She mumbled, staring at her phone confused as she made a U-turn and walked towards where Marinette, Alya and the little girl were now standing.