For The Picture

Evelyn

"There's no way in hell I am meeting this guy. What does he think he is? We're competitors for the Oscar, not PARTNERS. Ew." I say as I pace around the room. Why did his manager message Michael? Does she think I'd gladly agree to be with him? There's no way. I rub my temple trying to put the thoughts of him behind me. "WHY DID YOU SAY YES TO HIS MANAGER OH MY GOD," Tara says as she flings open the studio door with her leg with 4 cups of coffee in her hand, black sunglasses on her face to me stressing out, Alaya watching the drama and Michael smiling on his phone as if he didn't cause a disaster. "Okay, but why are you wearing sunglasses? It's 8 in the morning bro." Michael tries to control his laughter. "Bitch, I am hungover." Tara places the sunglasses above her head as she hands Alaya and me a cup of coffee. "I was up making a song for my new album and yes, no coffee for you." She rolls her eyes and places the other coffee cup which was meant for Michael at the top of the shelf. 
"Okay, stop stressing out and hear me out. You guys broke the internet yesterday because of your responses to each other. Have you seen how many views the interview got? If you guys make a movie together, especially a romantic film, it would be a fucking hit." He says as he grabs the coffee from the top of the shelf. Alaya, who was quiet all the time speaks up. "To be honest, I'm with Michael on this one." She raises her eyebrows and shrugs. I look to Tara for her opinion. "Yeah..." She whispers making me grunt with stress. 

"Fine." I say bitterly. I really don't have much of a choice considering Michael and Ophelia already fixed the time. "But don't expect me to be nice to him." I whined. "No one is asking you to be kind to him and his egoistic ass." Tara laughed. "Tara and Alaya, you need to join me to the place today." I cross my arms. "Sorry babe, you're on your own on this one. Remember, I have a album to make and grammys to win?" She blows a kiss and walks out the studio as she shouts, "LET ME KNOW THE UPDATES." 

From the look on Alaya's face, I figure out she doesn't want to be there either. So, I really am alone on this one. "Atleast help me pick out an outfit." I say as I throw a fit. "I get paid for that, ofcourse I'll help you." Alaya smiles big.