Sheryl was her worst critic as she sat on the couch in her hotel room glaring at her performance. It had to be one of the worst she’d ever given. Her voice had cracked more than once and she’d become pitchy near the end. She was highly considering throwing the remote through the TV when it was plucked from her loose grip and the channel was changed without delay.
“I was watching that,” she huffed out in annoyance before glancing up and spotting Alto.
Alto changing the channel without permission was even worse than when Grace would turn it off completely.
“Funny,” he shot back. “It looked like you were about to kill the TV with the look you were giving it.”
“And your point would be…?” Sheryl snapped irritably before snatching the remote and flipping the channel back to the music program she’d been watching. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get on that show much less perform on it?”
“You’re singing your latest single, what else is there to watch?” Alto retorted. “It’s just a show, why don’t you just record it and get it over with?”
“Because I’m watching it right now and you changing the channel isn’t helping things, stupid Alto.” The diva rebuttled. “This isn’t like the videos of you from your Kabuki days which I’ve seen at least three of in the past two days. Really Alto, who did your makeup? It was terrible.”
“It doesn’t matter who did my makeup,” Alto countered. “These shows are on all the time. Did you even think to check the listings?”
Sheryl stood up then and pointed the remote at Alto. “Last I checked, this was my hotel room, not yours.”
“And I’m saying that there are better things on TV than preening while watching your own interview. Honestly Sheryl, why can’t you just sit back and read a book or something?” Alto said with exasperation.
Sheryl spun around and flopped back onto the couch with a disgusted look on her face before glaring at the television screen instead. “I’m not talking to you right now, Alto Saotome.”
“Excuse me?” The pilot flared. “You’re such a child Sheryl.” He said irritably before reaching down to grab the remote and turn the television off. “There’s a billion other things you could be doing right now.”
She shot him a challenging look. He certainly had a lot of moxy for a pilot that was more trouble than he was worth. “So is this what you always do when you’re with Ranka-chan?”
She watched with great amusement as Alto’s cheeks blushed in embarrassment at her insinuation. It may have been taking things a bit too far but sometimes you had to take things to the extreme. Sheryl knew exactly what buttons to push to get Alto out of her hair and it worked like a charm as he slammed the remote on the table behind the couch and stormed away.
“Do whatever you want then Sheryl,” he practically shouted at her. “Don’t come crying to me because you don’t like your performance.”
“And who said that I was going to do any sort of crying over my performance?” Sheryl said tartly. “I’m a Pro and I deal with criticism as any pro would. With dignity and grace.”
“Yeah, your definition of dignity and grace is implying that I’m doing something with Ranka when you damn well know better.” Alto replied with a bitter tone.
“My definition of dignity and grace?!” Sheryl snapped back. “At least I have dignity and grace unlike some uncouth pilot who doesn’t know his head from a hole in the ground!”
Alto was glaring daggers at Sheryl by that point in the argument. They both knew that this was a stupid argument to be having and if they continued it any longer it would only spiral into a trainwreck with disastrous results. Finally, knowing that he’d never win an argument with Sheryl when she was like this, Alto decided to take the high road.
“I’m leaving,” he said flatly before turning on his heels and let himself out.
The slam of the door spoke volumes more to Sheryl than his words ever could and she stood there glaring at the door before reaching for a notepad and pen. A song of anger was burning in her mind and she had to get it out.