He walked into the studio already hearing the sound of fighting. "Peter, I'm telling you, man, it would sound better with me on guitar, Micky on drums and you keeping your mouth shut!"

"Or how about I play guitar, Davy plays drums and you stop being a fucking control freak and start doing what's best for the album!" Peter yelled to Mike.

Micky ran in just in time to stop Mike's fist from flying into Peter's face. "Guys please come on! Fighting about it isn't gonna get us anywhere!"

"No him arguing with me is what's holding us back! If I hit him hard enough then maybe he'll stop talking all together!" Mike threatened.

"It's people like you, who blindly turn towards violence, that ruins this world." Peter shot back and Micky was able to sit Mike down and get him a safe distance from Pete.

"You two have never fought this bad before, what's gotten into you two!?" Micky said sounding more like a mother than a friend.

"Ever since headquarters Mikes been bossing everyone around like he owns the damn place." Peter answered.

"We wouldn't have even gotten to do headquarters if it weren't for me and I right more songs than any of you so I should get to boss people around on my tracks!" Mike said with his voice rising and his Texas accent somehow getting thicker.

"Well I wouldn't have a problem with that if you made the right decisions on your tracks."

"They're my fucking songs you can't tell me what's right and wrong if I'm the one who wrote them in the first place!" Mike yelled and Peter headed for the door.

"Well have fun with your goddamn songs because I'm not having any part in them!" Peter yelled and slammed the door shut behind him.