“these are our songs Ashley…not yours…” the singer told me

“oh really? Is that why you spent ten grand on a writing team that you leased through this label? I’m pretty sure that’s not how you wrote these songs…so blow your money…” I told them

“we don’t need you bitching at us…you don’t know shit about this album…” they snapped

“you sure about that?” I snapped back at them “…last time I checked this was my fucking album…it’s under my label, and trust me within no time I could trash this whole album idea” I told them

“we’ll just go somewhere else…”

“do you not understand no one wants you!?” I said “honestly…if Ashley Davies wont publish this album no one will…because I went out on a limb signing you…I know more about this business than anyone else out there…so you should do as I say unless you want to be a basement band in Chicago that couldn’t sell out one show.” I said then I walked out

“Ashley…Spencer’s mom is on line one…” my secretary told me waiting outside the door

“ok…” I said picking up the phone “…Paula…hey…what?! ok…no I’m on my way” I said hanging up the phone

“everything ok?” ethan asked

“I have to go…” I told him running out then I sped to the hospital and illegally parked my car in front “hi…my wife’s here…she just went into labor…” I said to the front desk

“Ashley…she’s in here…” I heard Spencer’s dad say then I followed him through the doors and into Spencer’s room as she was pacing back and forth holding her stomach

“ow, ow fuckity ow…” she said

“hey baby…” I said then she grabbed my arm “ah” I gasped in pain

“get me an epidural…” she said

“maybe if you let go of my arm…” I told her then she let go and I had nail marks in my arm and I yelled into the hallway “…can we get a doctor…” I said then a doctor came in

“what’s the problem?” her doctor asked and he came in as Spencer was holding my arm again

“can we please get her an epidural?” I begged him

“she’s really not dilated enough…” he said

“look…I’m trying to be as nice as I can…but I can’t feel my arm and I’m sure she’s breaking skin…so can you get her a fucking epidural?” I asked him putting on a fake smile through the pain