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The room's tension increased by a million times. He scans over my body once again and I grow annoyed, quickly.

"Will you stop looking at me like I'm a piece of meat?" His eyes stop and return to my face, holding a judgemental look.

"Tal-ulah. Talulah", he tried pronouncing my name and I stared him down.

"What do you need Arc-hie. Archie." I said his name the same way he said mine.

His hand trails down my arm, trying to seduce me.

"So how did you really gain Tommy's attention? He told me that you sing but I can seriously doubt your playing skills and your singing skills. You have a terrible body. So what did you do? Pay him maybe?" My eyes widen and I clench my left fist. It automatically swings toward his perfectly sculpted jawline. My fist falls to my side, bloody and red from hitting his jaw. He puts his hand to the cut, wincing slightly.

"I got his attention because I can actually sing and play the guitar without auto tune and lip syncing Mr.No-Plot." I turn around,not bothering to see his reaction and walk out the door. Tears start running down my face as I step out into Abbey Road. My wrist gets grabbed by someone as they push my face into his chest. My nose crinkles as I forcefully drag my face out of his vanilla scented chest.

"Star Girl please don't be mad. He's a great person once you get to know him." Tommy tries to persuade me, failing miserably.

"Stop calling me that please! He has no right to act that way at all. I don't even like him." My anger was growing, I wanted to walk away and go back to DC.

"I know but please? You're my only friend that I've brought to meet him." He pouts and I melt, wanting to make the man happy. I sigh,

"Ok. I'll try again, but if he tries anything I will walk out of the room and the only time you'll see me will be at the O2, for the concert." I say covering my mouth. I wasn't supposed to say anything about that.

"Bloody Firetruck!" I curse at the fact that my moronic writer's brain told him that I was going to the concert. Watch him snap our recently discovered friendship out as Thanos did with his only daughter. Instead he looks at me with excitement and jumps up and down. He fishes around for a backstage ticket and hands me three, enough for the duo and I.

"Now you can meet me at the O2 too!" His hands grab my wrist and pull me back into Mr.No-plot's room. He looks up to me in disgust and turns to Tommy,

"Why did you bring Mrs.Tumblr back?" He focuses on the guitar, haphazardly strumming in random patterns. His nails run against the strings making a squeaking sound. My hands cover my ears,

"Stop it! You're ruining the guitar. If you don't know how to play then don't play." I yell at him, turning the amp off with my foot. His eyebrows raise and he sets the guitar on the stand walking up to me. He has the gain of 3 inches at the least, so he tries to intimidate me. I smirk, I have the advantage here, not him.

"You and your try-hard Jimi Hendrix guitar playing butt doesn't scare me." I say while leaning against the wall. His eyes light up, clearly interested in me now. The dude leans in so close that I can smell the bubblegum that he is chewing. Terrible choice by the way, mint is where it's at. His right hand is on the wall as he looks down at me.

"What are you trying to do man? If you're trying to be a K-Drama star then this isn't the place." I say walking out of his prison. His head follows wherever I go.

"You know what ,why don't we do this Star Girl. Why don't we see who can cover songs better?" He asks with the most teasing voice ever.

"With autotune or without?" I ask going outside to grab my guitar of choice. Both of us end up sitting across each other with Archie playing first. He plays one of his old songs with Tommy playing the guitar.

"That's not fair!" I rolled my eyes when they finished. Mr.No plot was looking smug, I would be sure to wipe it off though. I put a capo on two and started to play How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and The Diamonds. When the song ends both of them stare at me, flabbergasted. I pack up my stuff and exit the store but not before saying,

"You'll see me at the O2 Tommy."