“I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there. I’ll tell ya how I became the prince of a town called Bel-air?”

“Okay now you’re just ripping off Fresh Prince, don’t you have anything new?” Jamie said as he sat in the recording studio staring at Peter in the vocal booth.

“I don’t know what to tell ya man,” Peter said. “We’ve been in here for 3 months and I’ve….well I’ve got nothing.”

Peter hung up his headphones and walked out of the vocal booth. “What do you mean you’ve got nothing?” Jamie asked. “We’ve got millions of bucks riding on you, and that doesn’t motivate you to get at least something?”

Peter put up his hands defensively, “Look, if Heather hadn’t walke—”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass that Heather walked out on you for another guy,” Jaime interrupted. “Use it for something and sing about it, or you are in breach of contract.”

Peter stared at his feet for a while.

“Get out of my studio,” Jamie gave up in defeat.

Peter walked out knowing he would never sing again.