Page 80 of Rock Me All Night
Miles: I'd say it to his face. Guy knows he's not all rainbows and sunshine.
Meg: Yeah?
Miles: Yeah. He has a vision. Only Tom has a different vision. Shit gets heated in the studio.
Meg: He punched you in the face once?
Miles: Yeah. I was being an ass.
Meg: You, an ass? That's shocking.
Miles: I know. I'm usually so polite.
Meg: And not at all full of yourself.
Miles: Not at all.
Meg: Do you have a vision too?
Miles: Yeah, but I approach songs differently than they do. Tom wants to be popular. Drew wants to make this killer rock music. He thinks he's a guitar legend. And he's right. He's good. But it's not necessarily what will get the most radio play. Then Pete, our bassist, he stays out of the fray so nobody will notice he gets to do whatever he wants with the bassline.
Meg: And you?
Miles: I own the vocals, the lyrics, the emotional arc of the song. Band knows better than to fuck that.
Meg: It's probably because you're so beautiful. They do whatever they can to appease you so you'll stick around.
Miles: Undoubtedly. You must be tired. You're not usually this honest.
Meg: I am tired.
Miles: Tell your friend that Drew hasn't fucked anyone else in a while.
Meg: I'm not sure she wants to know. She insists they need to stay friends.
Miles: Trust me. That's not how these things work.
Meg: It's terrifying, but I think I do trust you.
Miles: Enough to go bareback next time?
Meg: Yes.
Miles: Fuck. Saturday still six days away?
Meg: Last I checked.
Miles: I can come over right now.
Meg: I have to study. Is it that much better without a condom?
Miles: Fuck. Barely remember. Last time I went bareback was in highschool. Tried a monogamous relationship for an entire month.
Meg: You did not.
Miles: I did. It failed. Horribly. Sure you're that busy? You can kick me out of bed when we're done.
Meg: But I can't.
Miles: Yeah, you'd probably beg me to go again. Okay. Go study. I'll be counting the minutes to Saturday.
Meg: Me too.
