Will
"Someone didn't get any food last night," Zane said in a singsong voice as he strummed his damn guitar and wrote down a few lyrics.
We were on set waiting for our call times, and when I say we, I meant me. Zane just decided it would be fun to torture me while he wrote another hit song and made millions of dollars with no shirt on.
"Can we not talk about this?" I hissed, "Let's talk about your tour, the last company did a s**t job, we need to hit it bigger with-"
"I'm not going on tour," Zane interrupted. "I just got done touring man, I want a break."
"But-" I frowned. "You realize that you earned over twenty-eight mil on your last tour right?"
"What the hell do you think I need more money for?" He stopped strumming. "I write music because I love it, because I have to, because it
