He walked, tired to hear the voices of the girls screaming around and closing his ears and eyes, when he bumped someone... or someone had bumped him.
"Hey, watch your way, girl!!" he told her in a mean way, but only because he thought that she would throw her arms around him. He stared at her witha killer look and then, he noticed she looked stranged. She wasn't ugly, but there was something...
"Come on, Riley!" Mike said. He gave one more glance to her and walked away.
Riley, sitting with his guitar at home, still tried to write a song. Mike entered the room and he looked pity.
"Nothing new?"
"No, man." Riley said and left his guitar rudely beside his bed. "I think i los the touch."
"You - lost - the - touch??????" Mike yelled.- "Come on! You're Riley, man! You can't lose the touch!"
"Maybe I can'0t make music anymore."
"But... music comes from happiness, man." Mike said. "Arenm¡'t you happy?"
"Happy!" Riley rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, sighing. "Dad's sending me away. He wants me to stop my music once and for all. He doesn't care about my fans and anything. He's just so... self-centered..."
"He can't do it!"
"Oh, yes," Riley answered. "He's just done it."