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peppered in from both sides, they came to an agreement. Only one song on the album would have the bubble gum lyrics, and they would insert some of Cameron's material to replace the ones they trashed.
    Finally feeling better about the situation, Cameron was able to lay down vocals to some of the tracks that were already agreed upon. Just the rush he got in front of the microphone was enough to ease the burden of what he had woken up to.
    His hangover was subsiding, thanks to the adrenaline rush, and he felt better than he had in a while. If all went well, he'd be able to get this album out in a few months. Then he'd be able to tour again, and get out in front of his fans, something he couldn't wait to do. He loved to travel, and he loved to perform. Staying in one place too long seemed to get to him. It was the only way he could explain the debacle of the night before. Beer goggles were one thing, but to sleep with someone he despised so much? It was hard to understand how it could have happened.
    All he knew was that his life, and his career, seemed to be back on track, and there was no looking back now. What happened in the past was meant to stay there, and he hoped that Madison wouldn't try to use the media to damage his reputation for her own gains. She had embarrassed him once, and he hoped that she wouldn't do it again. He had no way of knowing if she would, but the way things had been lately - the way people seemed to have a target on his back for any little thing - he had to look at everyone as a potential enemy.
    From now on, he was going to be smarter about his affairs, drunk or not.

Chapter Four

    " G uys, you need to pay attention to what you're doing. This is the third dish that I've stopped from being served because it looks like shit," Madison snapped at her kitchen staff. "You've all been here long enough to know that dishes that show this poorly are absolutely unacceptable!"
    She pointed to the plate of clams casino, then made a show of dumping the whole thing in the garbage can. "Start it over, and don't make them wait forever."
    Austin had walked in halfway through her rant. He had looked at the plate before she tipped it and noticed that while it hadn't been the best presentation he'd ever seen, it wasn't as hideous as she had made it out to be. Something had her on edge lately, and Austin wasn't sure what it was. She hadn't been herself for the past couple of weeks. Her face was pale, and the dark circles under her eyes had become a permanent fixture.
    He looked over to the dessert station, where she busied herself with a Baked Alaska. He could see her face redden as she prepared to yell at the sous chef for something else.
    Austin quickly rushed over and grabbed her arm, telling one of the guys to take over for a minute. He guided her into her office and shut the door behind them.
    "I'm not trying to tell you how to run your business, but you need to lay off a little bit. You've been riding them pretty hard lately," he said. He watched as she crossed the room and sat behind her desk. She reclined as much as her chair would allow and started rubbing her temples.
    "Is there something wrong? Anything that you want to talk about or anything I can help with?" he asked her, now as a concerned friend, rather than an employee.
    Madison just gazed at him with a blank expression. "You know I expect perfection," she said, her voice dull.
    "It's more than that, and you know it. What's going on? What's bothering you?" he asked her, his tone laced with worry. He went and knelt beside her, taking her hand in his.
    It was just what Madison needed to push her over the edge. Her resolve softened, and she broke. The tears streamed down her cheeks, so suddenly that it was as if someone had turned on a faucet inside her.
    "I don't know," she sobbed. "It's like I'm a completely different person sometimes, like something inside of me snaps, and even though I hear myself being harsh and unreasonable, I can't stop it."
    Austin