**Scott POV**
I was out all night partying and doing whatever and then this morning I get a call from my manger after I only slept for two hours.

"Hello?" I say answering the phone.

"You need to get down here right now! We need to have a serious talk, Scott." John, my manager, says.

He hangs up and I could tell he was mad about something. I don't know what.

I get dressed and take a shot and head over to the management office to see what he wanted.

Once I get there I was in complete shock at by who was there.

Avi, Mitch and the baby.

"Scott, please sit down." John says.

I take my seat and let them talk.

"Scott, it has come to my attention that you have been doing some inappropriate stuff recently." John says.

"Oh this should be interesting." I say leaning back into my chair.

"We want you to go to rehab, Scott." John says.

"Please? It's for the baby. Your her dad and there's no denying that." Avi says.

"Kirstie is a mess and all she wants is you to help her out right now with the baby. Please get help, Scott. She just wants that happy little family life she always dreamed of." Mitch says.

"Look, I told you that's not my baby and I don't give a damn about Kirstie and her feelings or what she wants from me." I say throwing my hands in the air.

It was dead silent again before John finally spoke up.

"Scott, if you don't get help....this label will have to drop you...." John says.

"Wait. What!?"

**Avi POV**
"Scott, if you don't get help....this label will have to drop you...." Scott's manager says.

Taken back by what he just heard he doesn't know what to say.

"Wait. What!?" Scott says.

"We can't have a drug addict, like yourself, bringing this label down and giving it a bad name. You're the one who made this label as big as it is today and if you don't change, you're going to lose everything." John continues.

"I don't have a problem, okay!? I'm fine! You guys are the ones who need help!" He says yelling then walking out the door.

We all look at each speechless and we couldn't believe how Scott was acting right now.

Mitch and I leave and go back to Kirstie's house before she got home so we didn't have to explain to her what we were doing out with the baby.

"What do we do now?" Mitch asks.

"I don't know, Mitch. I don't know."