Tessa's POV
'I want it to work, but it won't.' I say, full of regret.
He places his head in his hands.
'If that's what you really want.'
He walks out.
'Wait. Come back!'
The door slams.
I turn my face into the pillow and cry.
But I did the right thing.
No romances, unless confirmed by the whole of the business side.
LATER
'Does anyone want to make a song?' Jake yells.
I walk down stairs.
'Music now.. I like it!' I laugh.
I look up and catch an awkward glance with him. I swiftly look away and back down to Jake.
Shoot.
Jake saw, he looks at me weirdly.
'So. Who else?' He says.
'I will!' Chance yells, running downstairs.
'Crompton, you've got a verse. I've written one.' Jake laughs.
'No I do not. I'm not being part of this.' He says.
'Come on Nick it'll be fun!' Chance urges.
I follow Erika downstairs.
'Rik, you should be in it!' I beam.
'Nah, I've got business.' She frowns.
'Martinez!' Jake coos.
'Lets get you guys on the track!'
'Can we sing in Spanish?!' Ivan beams.
'Please Jake!' Emilio smiles.
'Of course! Guys this is going to be litttt!'
At the studio.
'Five mil on YouTube in six months, never done before.' Jake sings into the mic, well attempts too.
'Nick your up.'
Four hours later.
'Tessa you killed it in the booth, Chance you killed it in the booth, Nick you killed it in the booth, Martinez YOU killed it in the booth.' Jake says, shoving the camera in our faces at 1 am in the morning.
I need to sleep. Today's been long.
