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"Well, I have lots to say now," I replied. "We need to talk about what kind of song you want to write. What kind of sound you're going for."
"I don't need help. And I don't need help from some fangirl."
Pursing my lips, I resisted the urge to snap at him. "Stop with the fangirl stuff."
"Stay out of my way. I can do this myself."
"I've been hired to do a job. I'm going to do it to the best of my abilities."
"I don't need your help," he repeated.
"You've got it anyway."
Noah scowled.
Naomi smiled. "Looks like we've got the right person for the job."
