days after paul had signed had been hectic.

theo had given him keys to paul's new apartment which was close to the studio. courtesy of ella, theo had said, but they both knew she had nothing to do with it. paul didn't mind though, the apartment was spacious and nice. he even had an extra room he stored his instruments in. having had three days of completely doing nothing was surprising as he thought he'd get to work with ella daily.

not that he was looking forward to actually conversing with her, he was more concerned with the album that would be partially tied with him. the idea filled him with excitement. after launching this album, he just knew other artists would be banging on his door for him.

around 2 p.m theo had called and asked paul to come to the studio quickly as paul heard a furious groan and glass breaking in the background. "ella, please.." a female voice was heard as the young and bratty pop star continued to throw things while trying not to yell.

"is that..?"

"ella? yes. we need you here."

and with that paul grabbed his guitar and keys and speed walked to the studio where the bratty pop sensation was throwing a reasonable tantrum.

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"they can't say that!" ella screamed as she slammed her fists on the table. paul stood by the corner besides theo, watching ella yell at her manager who seemed pretty calm.

"it's just an article, ella." her manager said as she sat before the outraged star.

"just an article? an article which totally slammed my album to the ground! 'trash', 'she could do better', 'worst thing to happen to the pop genre'! it fucking won best album of the year, it was number one on the billboard charts for three fucking months! i am not 'a bitch', i am the bitch and to them i am ms. bitch. " ella yelled as she clutched the magazine in her hand. her body shook as she could feel a lump in her throat. they couldn't trash talk the album she had worked hard for. they had called her a bitch with a ginormous ego, a girl who was an 'attention whore'. she would ruin whoever this person was that wrote the fucking article.

"you," ella pointed at paul, "you are going to help me with my next album. i am not going to let puny, disgusting, no life, pathetic reporters degrade my album. i could buy their whole life if i wanted to."

paul merely nodded as ella three the magazine to the garbage can and stormed into the next room. "you better go follow her before she throws another tantrum," her manager said as she stood up. paul sighed, clearly not ready to do so.
"she's a good kid, you know. bitch at times, sure, but her career is probably the only thing she loves besides herself and seeing other people just trash something she's proud of is infuriating. as a musician, you should know."

paul nodded as she left and he followed ella to the next room. she was seated on a stool with a pen and notebook, scribbling then crossing out words. her brown hair was loose on her shoulders as she ran her hand through it in exasperation. "what'd ye got?" paul asked as he set his guitar down.

ella threw the notebook, not even looking at him not caring if she hit him or not. he rolled his eyes as he read the lyrics.

primadonna girl, yeah, all i ever wanted was the world.
i can't help that i need it all,
the primadonna life, the rise and fall.
you say that i'm kinda difficult,
but it's always someone else's fault

paul nodded, this song would go perfectly with her if written along her egoistic personality. he glanced at ella, her back towards him. she wrote this under two minutes. two minutes, which was impressive. lyrics went well together and he was sure the music would too. "thoughts?" she said as she tapped her pen on her leg. "it's good, i have a few ideas though."
"let's hear them, then." she remarked, her expression never changing.
"alright, after 'someone less fault', i was thinking something along the lines of 'got you wrapped around my finger, boy."

she squinted, "boy?"

"what's wrong with boy?"

"change it to 'babe'."

"why? 'boy' clearly-"

"babe sounds better. i'm the one singing it either way so just replace the damn word."

paul sighed as he scribbled in the lyrics.  how he would manage to do this was a question to him. "'you can count on me to misbehave?" ella asked as she read through it over paul's shoulder, her voice smaller this time. "hmm. sing it for me, to see if it works well together."

ella shrugged as she began to sing off the notebook. paul was pretty surprised as her voice was like a tinker of bells, the way she effortlessly sang, high pitched but amazing. he liked her sound. he could get used to her and perhaps be friends. a little bitchiness couldn't be that bad.

ella finished her little jumble of words, pleased with herself, and found her co-writer staring at her. again. "pay attention, pablo, i'm not paying you to sit and look like a princess. that's my job."

and just like that, the idea of ever being friends with her jumped out of paul's brain. ella rolled her eyes and snatched the notebook from him, "shall we?"she asked sarcastically as she narrowed her eyes at her.

"my name isn't pablo."

"you're not important to me enough for me to learn your name... yet."