SuperStar!

Jason stood outside a magnificent house, staring up at it with a mixture of awe and nerves. Swallowing hard, he raised his hand to press the doorbell, only for a sharp voice to interrupt him.

"Press the bell already. Why are you wasting time?"

Jason turned to see his younger sister, Claire, standing behind him with an irritated expression. He sighed and finally pressed the bell, all the while thinking, How did I even end up in this situation?

It all started when Amanda had casually mentioned that she was going to the concert with Lily and Lily's older brother. Jason, not wanting to miss the opportunity, had immediately said he would tag along. But there was one problem—his parents. They had refused at first, but after what felt like endless begging, they finally relented. There was a catch, though: his younger sister had to come along.

And so, here he was, standing in front of a massive house, about to go on a trip with Amanda—the hottest girl in school—her brother, Lily, and his nerdy little sister, who no one knew was even invited yet. Jason sighed, trying to convince himself, It'll all be worth it. It has to be.

This was his chance. He was determined to confess his feelings to Amanda. He could already picture it: the concert in full swing, the atmosphere electric. Ethan Jones would eventually sing Runaway, like he always did during his tours. That was the moment. He would turn to Amanda, her face illuminated by the concert lights, take her hand, and say, Amanda, I love you. Would you be my girlfriend? And she would gasp, eyes wide, before breaking into a smile. Jason, are you for real? I've been waiting for you to ask me! And right there, under the magic of her favorite song, they would share a perfect, unforgettable kiss.

A sharp jab to his side yanked him out of his daydream.

"Hey! Are you daydreaming again?" Claire's voice was laced with exasperation.

"What?" Jason blinked, still lost in his fantasy.

"You totally were." Claire rolled her eyes. "What's wrong with you? Just ring the damn bell."

Jason hesitated, and Claire let out a scoff before shoving him aside and pressing the doorbell herself. Jason quickly straightened, trying to regain his composure. Claire just crossed her arms, shaking her head at him.

This was going to be a long day.

Meanwhile across from here before Jessica and bill had come inside the hotel room

The hotel room was a mess. Papers were scattered across the bed, filled with half-baked lyrics that made no sense. An empty snack wrapper sat on the nightstand, and Taylor was sitting cross-legged on the bed, strumming an imaginary guitar.

"Alright, alright," she said dramatically, clearing her throat. "How about this?" She took a deep breath and belted out, completely off-key, "I'm sorrrryyyy, I took your carrrr! I didn't think it'd go this farrrr!"

Ethan nearly choked on his laughter, shaking his head as he flopped down beside her. "Taylor, that is the worst thing I've ever heard."

Taylor gasped, clutching her chest. "Excuse me? That was heartfelt! You felt that, don't lie."

Ethan wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Yeah, I felt something—pure secondhand embarrassment."

Taylor grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. "You're just mad because I have natural talent."

Ethan grabbed a crumpled paper and pretended to read it like a serious songwriter. "How about this? 'I stole your car, it wasn't far, but now I'm stuck in a PR war.'"

Taylor blinked at him before bursting into laughter. "Ethan, what the hell? A PR war? Are we writing an apology or a diss track?"

He shrugged. "Maybe both. Keeps them guessing."

Taylor giggled, flopping onto her back. "Damn, nothing is coming. Maybe we should just do the apology."

Ethan, still grinning, sat up. "Don't worry, I got it. Follow me."

Taylor looked at him, skeptical. "Oh? Mr. Musical Genius has finally arrived?"

Ethan caught the candy mid-air, popping it into his mouth. "Says the woman who wrote 'Hey kids, spelling is fun!'"

Taylor gasped, clutching her chest. "Low blow, Jones." But she was already laughing, grabbing a ukulele from the chaos. "Fine. Let's try… 'You're the flat seventh in my minor scale—'"

Ethan shot her a playful wink as he got up and walked over to the makeshift studio in the corner of the room—a laptop, a microphone stand, and a pop filter hastily set up on a desk. He picked up the headphones, adjusting them over his ears.

"Alright, just follow my lead," he said, flashing her a grin. "Let's make it good."

Taylor rolled off the bed, stretching dramatically. "Fine, fine. But if I end up sounding ridiculous, I'm blaming you."

Ethan smirked. "Oh, you'll definitely sound ridiculous. But that's the fun part."

Taylor shook her head with a laugh, stepping up to the mic. "Alright, let's do this."