Aiden nodded slightly. "Alright. I didn't originally plan to compete with you for this spot, but since you've repeatedly provoked me and tried to damage my reputation, don't blame me for being impolite."
He glanced over at Anna, who wasn't far away. "Ms. Wolf, could you please get me a piece of paper and a pen?"
Anna looked a little puzzled. "Mr. Tate, are you saying... you're going to compose a song?"
"Yes," Aiden replied with absolute certainty, his gaze unusually firm.
"Hahaha!" Tobias burst into laughter. "Punk, do you think composing is as simple as writing an essay? Let me tell you something. Forget about the melody—even the rhymes in the lyrics are beyond your ability."
Aiden responded, "Stop talking nonsense. What if I actually compose something?"
Tobias sneered, "If you mana
