“We?”

“We as in the guys and the family have been talking about maybe getting you some professional help. Maybe they can help you with your nightmares.”

“What, like a fucking shrink,” she growled, glaring at the bass player. “I think I’ll pass thank you very much.”

“But Ash, Grandma told us you haven’t gotten sleep since Spencer left.”

“So!”

“Ashley Spencer left a week ago!”

“What’s going on over here,” Mark asked walking over to them.

“It’s not a concern of yours Mark,” Ryan hissed mad that the money sucking manager was interrupting them.

“Well, anything that concerns Ashley concerns me,” Mark answered.

“It’s nothing Mark,” Ashley dismissed. “Ryan was just about to leave.”

Ryan sighed and shook his head. “I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Mark gloated with a smirk. “Now, why don’t you leave Ryan? Everything’s all taken care of here buddy.”

“Don’t fucking call me buddy,” Ryan hissed breezing past Ashley’s manager and out the door.

Mark let out a light chuckle, “Something tells me he doesn’t like me that much.”

Ashley shrugged.

“How you doing babe,” Mark asked.

“Great, I’m great,” Ashley said plastering on a smile. “Let’s get to work cranking out these tracks!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Mark yelled slapping the rocker’s shoulder.

Just as she was about to walk into the booth her phone rang. It was Spencer. “Hold on a minute Mark I’ve gotta take this, it’s my girlfriend.” She said before walking off.

“Ashley, babe, we’ve got to get started on these tracks, this is precious studio time, and time is money, you know that,” Mark pleaded.

Ashley waved him off and answered the phone.

Mark let out an aggravated sigh. “This Spencer chick is getting in the way,” he muttered.

Jill walked up to him and patted his shoulder sympathetically.

“We’ve got to get the old Ashley back,” he said to his assistant. “This new pussy whipped ‘I have a girlfriend’ Ashley is not making me the money she used to. I mean who the fuck stops production to answer their god dammed phone because their girlfriend is calling?”

“I don’t know sir.”

“She doesn’t even listen to me anymore,” he growled.

“What are you going to do Mark,” Jill asked.

“If I could get rid of her father, I can get rid of her girlfriend,” he whispered with a sickening laugh.