Ashley rolled her eyes and moved closer to the brunette. She crossed her arms and looked hard into the camera. Frankie frowned, “Show me sexy. Touch one another.”

“Fuck that,” the rocker growled.

“It’s just a photo,” James countered irritated. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is, she’s completely fucked my life over,” Ashley accused pointing at the singer.

“I didn’t ask you to kiss me back,” Heather countered.

“Why did you do it in the first place,” the rocker yelled shoving the singer.

James quickly moved to protect his money making star. “Hey watch the hands babe. What’s with this little cat fight is there something I missed?”

“I need some air,” the rocker hissed walking out of the studio abruptly. As soon as she stepped outside she took in deep calming breaths. Suddenly she heard the familiar snap of a camera coming from a set of bushes nearby.

“Who’s there,” she hissed walking over to them.

A man popped up holding his camera still snapping away at the rocker, “Hey, Ashley,” he said as he clicked. “I’m Dave from the Enquirer.”

“Get that camera out of my face,” she commanded not in the mood to deal with the paps right now.

“This tour hasn’t been your best has it,” he asked.

“Shut the fuck up,” the rocker growled as she turned to renter the building.

“Didn’t your fiancée dump you,” the photographer asked.

Ashley froze and immediately turned to face him. She took menacing steps in his direction. The photographer took pictures eagerly. “What the fuck did you say,” she hissed.

He let his camera hang from his neck and smirked, “I said, didn’t your fiancée-”

BAM! The rocker’s fist connected hard with his nose instantly breaking it. Blood sputtered from Dave’s nose as he went crashing into the bushes he was previously hiding in. He let out a vicious yell of pain.

Aiden and Danny immediately came running out. They made it just in time. From the looks of it Ashley was about to finish up her job with the photographer. Aiden grabbed Ashley and Danny helped the photographer up.

“Let me go,” Dave yelled shrugging off his grip. He stumbled from the bushes and headed for his car. “I’m gonna sue the hell out of you bitch!” He yelled as he took off. “I hope you’ll like time behind bars!”

“Fuck you,” Ashley yelled after him. “Fuck,” she screamed as she ran her hands through her hair. “I’m fucked!” She hissed.