He’s saying interviews and music videos and press conferences. I can’t do that” she pleaded.

“You really love to complain” he grumbled. “I’m serious. If that was a sport you would take silver medal” he thinned his lips.

“Even in your insults I can’t be so good” she added dryly.

“What did you think was going to happen? If you can’t handle the spotlight then you shouldn’t be a singer at all”.

“But I want to” she furrowed her brows. “Please” she interlaced her fingers and gave him sad eyes.

“I’m always helping you. What do I get in return?” he leaned back waiting to hear her offers. He liked...