Everyone Likes You Except Her

Three albums. The first one you wrote alone at sixteen, quiet and small and yours, and it broke. Then people started making suggestions, and every one of them was reasonable, and you took every one. It is Halloween. Two hundred people in masks are in your house and nobody has recognised you in four hours. A woman on the stairs, who does not know who she is talking to, explains that Jesse Hart was good once and then worked out what pays. She is your assistant's best friend. She writes and nobody reads her. Nothing in your contract stops you from seeing her. Your team will simply explain, every single time, what it costs.