"What is what, Lindsey?"
"This article."
"It's an interview. Not that you like to do them," she says, irritated with his approach.
"And... that's my exit cue." Karen stands up and throws her laptop in her bag, disappearing quickly.
"Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass?"
"Because you just barged into my room and slammed this article down in front of me and I don't even know what you're pissed off about."
"It makes me sound like a complete asshole!"
"No it doesn't Lindsey," she says, rolling her eyes and standing up. "I said the same things I always say in interviews about us annoying each other and doing it for the rest of our lives."
"The part about me banging on walls? Us not participating? Why should we?"
"I didn't write the piece. Go bitch to Rolling Stone. I'm busy."
"You're always busy! This band made you, and now we're your side project."
"No one made me, Lindsey. Leave me alone, I'm not interested in fighting with you."
"If you weren't interested in fighting with us you wouldn't be running your mouth about us to anyone who will listen."
"This isn't about the article at all, is it?" Her tone has a hint of amusement in it, and her sudden focus disarms him. She stares him down, waiting.
"Of course it is. Your priorities are completely fucked up. You're on tour with us right now. Act like it."
"Oh, fuck you."
"We don't do that anymore, remember?"
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you in here trying to infuriate me? We've been fine. Can't you just leave it alone?"
"No. Because you're driving me insane."
"ME?! We barely even speak! You're the one banging on dressing room walls and barging into hotel rooms. Just get out, okay?" She throws her hands up and turns her back, walking toward the bedroom door.
"What did you mean when you said you'd narrowed it down to no one?"
"What?" She turns around again.
"What did you mean when you said you'd narrowed it down to no one?" His tone is different now, the emotion in his voice barely concealed
"You know what I meant, Lindsey."
"No, I don't."
"What do you want me to say?"
"You gave up on being happy?"
"Who says I'm unhappy?"
"Oh drop it, will you? This public thing you've got going on is total bullshit and we both know it." She shakes her head and turns around again in response.
"Go."
"No."
"I'm sorry, 'I narrowed it down to no one but Lindsey Buckingham, but he just wont have me' isn't quite as pithy."
"Oh, grow up, Stevie."
"Go away, Lindsey. Please. I've got work to do."
"Don't give up on being happy, okay?" He turns and slams the door behind him.
Stevie stands there, staring at the door behind him, trying to figure out what the hell he was trying to pull. Karen comes back in, interrupting her thoughts.
"What was that?"
"I don't know," she says, shaking her head, pushing him to the back of her mind. "Let's finish the calendar, okay?"
She takes all the girls to dinner, trying to distract herself. Eventually, though, she ends up in her hotel room alone, and her mind starts to wander. His reaction made no sense.
For some reason she can't really explain, it seems like a good idea to pick up the phone and call him.
"Stevie?"
"What was that all about earlier?"
"Which part?"
"All of it. You shouldn't have been that angry."
"I shouldn't have?"
"No! God, why are you being such an asshole?"
"I'm across the hall from you, you know."
"No, I didn't know that."
"Do you want to talk about this?"
"Yes, I do."
"I'll be over in a minute.
