I was listening to one of the songs on the track.
"My life started he day I got caught under the covers with secondhand lovers...
Then the time for being sad is over, but being blue is better than being over it...
I was drunk and it didn't mean a thing, stop thinking about the bullets from my mouth, I love the things you hate about yourself. Just finish the daydream, who were you trying to be? ...No one wants you when you have no heart..."
We never talked about this song, so it must've been a last minute edition, too. I'd been doing okay, I liked all the songs on the album, Vegas Lights was really good. I feel like it's gonna be a hit. I could be wrong.
I heard a knock at my door, it was most likely Pete, we have been hanging out a lot. I opened the door, indeed, it was Pete. "Hey Pete!"
"Hey (Y/N). I stopped by to drop off some album cover examples."
"How come they all only have Brendon?"
"He's more sellable."
"What? I don't like any of them. I'm a part of this, too. Tell your design team to fuck themselves for excluding me."
"You don't have to be so mad about it. It was a decision we all made."
"Redesign it all. Both of us or neither of us are on there."
"Okay, thank you for the feedback. See you around."
I waved bye and closed the door.
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B: did you see the new album covers? They're awesome!
(Y/N): Awesome for you, they only have you on it! Where am I?
B: They said I'm more sellable.
(Y/N): that's BS I'm not just a some add on, I'm the one that won the damn contest!
B: Geez, okay.
(Y/N): I was promised a solo career and I was just being polite to add you on. I refuse to be pushed aside.
B: Okay, okay..
(Y/N): Sometimes I think I shouldn't have let you come along. You've only played with my emotions and now you're the star.
B: Maybe I deserve to be the star.
(Y/N): Do you even hear yourself right now? God! You can be so conceited! What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm so happy you and your big fucking ego broke it off with me because you would've done it sooner or later because you would decide I wasn't good enough! I'm never good enough not even in my own career. Nobody tells me what I'm doing wrong and what I could improve they just exclude me!
B: Okay... I'm sorry. I'll tell them to change the covers. I didn't mean to exclude you and I didn't mean to have a big ego.. I can understand why you're mad.
(Y/N): Sorry for being so difficult I'm just sick of it.
B: I'm sorry for being an asshole.
(Y/N): I'm sorry for not being good enough, I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
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I didn't want to go off on him but part of me things he deserved it. And what makes them think they can just toss me aside, I've been doing the majority of the work and I have been stressed as hell composing and writing songs just so we have a decent album.
I need a breather, a 20 year long breather.
