“I told you all, if you couldn’t run to my timescale, to not bother coming to work!” Ashley’s voice boomed around the studio as a dozen or so people looked on at the singer who had been in a fowl mood all day.

“Look I just wanna get this rapped today, is that so hard to ask for?!” she sighed, not sure herself whether the question was directed at anyone or just herself.

“Mrs Carlin, we couldn’t foresee the sound equipment failing” a youngish man piped up, obviously unaware of the unspoken law of when Ashley’s mad, you get on and do as she wants.

“Couldn’t foresee? BULLSHIT! What’s your name?” she screamed nearing to just inches away from his face, as he cowered away wishing he had kept his mouth shut.

“Ben Phillips” he stuttered out, Ashley Carlin was beautiful and talented, but when she was angry she was something else.

“Ok listen to me Ben, seen as you were the only one stupid enough to give me a lame arse excuse, you can have the honours of finding me some new sound equipment, I want it here and running within the hour, understood?” Ashley smiled sarcastically, she knew she was being completely unreasonable, but she was supposed to be packing her cases and catching a flight back to L.A in a few hours and still had a demo to record before she could go anywhere and she had no intention of missing that flight.

Ben stood rooted to the spot looking dumbfounded.

“But, how am I supposed to do that?” he asked warily, dreading the response.

“Not my problem” Ashley snapped as she stormed out the room, grabbing her mobile she held down the number one and waited for the phone to start ringing out. She put her head in her hands and slowly rubbed her temples, being who she was, was everything she had dreamed of. It was the only thing she wanted to do with her life… but the whole long distance relationship, the pressure of getting things done on time so she could get home to Spencer were starting to build up on her, and now her head was beginning to pound.