You're My Angel

Crazy

Lindsey's eyes were intensely focused on Stevie in the sound booth, his ears listening for any tiny mistakes. He shook his head in frustration, cutting the music off.

Stevie looked up at him through the glass with a raised eyebrow. "Why'd we stop?" She spoke in to the mic.

Lindsey shook his head, hitting the red button and speaking in to the microphone on the mixing desk. "You're still not hitting the note."

Stevie rolled her eyes. "Yes I am."

"No, you're not. Sing it again." He let his finger off the button, starting the track over again.

    Steven's teeth were gritted, stepping to Lindsey's side, side glancing at him. "Look man, she's doing her best."

"She sounds like shit." Lindsey didn't even bother to look at him.

"She doesn't sound like shit, you're just an asshole."

Lindsey's jaw clenched, turning to face Steven. "What the hell are you even doing here?"

"I'm here to support my girlfriend."

Lindsey laughed, shaking his head. "Don't get it twisted Tyler, you're an easy fuck for her. As soon as she gets bored she's done with you. I speak from experience."

"You really are an asshole aren't you? I don't care what you think about our relationship, I don't care what you think about me. But I care about Stevie, and she doesn't need you shitting all over her just because you're bitter."

Lindsey's eyes lit up, taking another step towards, his fists clenched. "I don't no who you think you are, coming in to our studio and-

    "STEVIE!"

    They both heard Christine scream, whipping their heads towards the sound booth just in time to see her collapse. Steven shoved Lindsey aside, darting towards the booth. Lindsey was quick to follow, Steven yanking the door open. He dropped to his knees next to her, seeing her struggling to get up.

"Baby what's wrong?" His hands were all over her, checking for injuries. Lindsey was besides her as well doing the same. Her head was spinning, and suddenly she was surrounded by the entire band.

Stevie felt dizzy, shaking her head furiously as she sat up. She swatted multiple pairs of  hands away, tears of frustration brimming in her eyes.

"Jesus Christ stop touching me!"

Both men held their hands up in defense, taking a tiny step back. Stevie gritted her teeth, using the music stand to pull herself up. She tried to take a step, feeling dizzy again. She felt Steven's hands on her waist, smacking him away.

"STOP TOUCHING ME!" She screamed at him. She placed two hands on the padded wall in front of her, hunching over as she tried to breathe.

Christine pushed through the men to get to her, her hand running soothingly over Stevie's back. "Love what's wrong?"

Stevie shook her head, trying to swallow. Her mouth felt incredibly dry. She took one hand off the wall, placing it over her forehead. "Chris could you get me some water?"

"Of course." She squeezed Stevie's arm, rushing out of the booth.

"Babe let me help you sit down."

Stevie reluctantly nodded, letting Steven wrap her arm around his neck, his arm around her waist. He helped her as she stumbled, getting her from the sound booth to the sofa in the studio.