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you
don’t believe that.”
    “The hell I don’t. Fuck this stupid ass show and
fuck you!”
    He turned to storm out again and I said, “Tristan,
wait!”
    I hated seeing him like this. I felt so bad because
even though that kind of music wasn’t for everyone, and it wasn’t what he did
best, I could tell that he’d worked hard on it. I went over and put my hand on
Tony’s arm. I had a feeling that Tristan related better to women.
    “You should get back out there, Tony. I’ll talk to
Tristan, okay?”
    Tony looked at Tristan and back at me. I could tell
he was worried that Tristan was going to get violent.
    “It’s really okay,” I told him.
    “Alright,” he said, finally. “Remember security is
right outside.”
    “Oh fuck you!” Tristan yelled at him. “I scared you ya big pussy? You have to call security on me?”
    “Tristan, hush!” I said. He was his own worst enemy
and he didn’t even know it. I turned back towards the P.A. and said, “Go ahead
Tony, I’ll be fine.”
    Tony reluctantly left and I said, “Come with me,
Tristan.” He continued to stand where he was. I think he was already pissed at
me telling him to hush. I softened my tone a little and I said, “Please.”
    He grudgingly followed me into the conference room
and I closed the door. “Tristan, you really need to calm down. If they feel
threatened by you, they can kick you off the show. It doesn’t matter how far in
you are….”
    “Let them kick me off. I don’t need this shit. This
show is a fucking joke anyways.”
    “Oh come on, Tristan. You can’t just give up. Surely
you’ve had constructive criticism before.”
    “Constructive? They said it was terrible…on live
television. You don’t think that’s going to skew the votes?”
    “Sometimes, it works the opposite way. People get
pissed at the judges and vote for the one they like whether or not the
contestant did well. The general public is smart enough to know that sometimes
even professionals have an off day.”
    “Whether or not they did well? An off day? You sound
like you have an opinion of your own.”
    “No, Tristan please stop. We are not all against
you. The judges had an opinion, it’s not fact. And okay, I have an opinion too,
it isn’t my favorite kind of music and I like…no, I love your voice when you
sing the softer stuff. It just seems to suit you better.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry. This whole time I thought you were
just a behind the scenes lackey. I didn’t realize you were some kind of music
expert.”
    “Tristan…” His attitude was pissing me off. I don’t
know why he thought it was necessary to be rude to me. Instead of focusing on
that though, I was doing my best to keep it professional. We had more than one
class on handling difficult artists and I was trying to put some of that
education to good use.
    “I need to get out of here,” he said. “I can’t
breathe in here. This is all fucking pointless anyways. None of you know
anything about music, you all make me sick.”
    “Tristan!” My voice landed on the closed door as he
slammed it in my face. He wasn’t going to give me a chance to show off my
education, go figure. This was the man I haven’t been able to stop thinking
about for even a second in the past twenty-four hours. My judgment in men had
gone from questionable to: What the hell were you thinking?
    I sat there for a few minutes, trying to regain my composure
before I went back out and had to face everyone. Taking several deep breaths to
calm my nerves I finally pulled the door open and went back out into the
contestant room. Molly and Keith were awesome, they’d jumped in and handled
things for me while I was dealing with Tristan the tyrant.
    “Are you okay?” Molly asked me.
    “I’m good, thanks,” I lied.
    I got back to work and a few minutes later when
there was a break in the action out on stage, Tony came back out.
    “How’d it go with Tristan?” he asked me.
    I had a clipboard in my hand with