Miles: You didn't like coming in the dressing room?
Meg: I'm not complaining.
Miles: It's Saturday. We go on around nine. We're working out some of our new material. Our manager's idea. I'll put you on the list.
Meg: Okay.
Miles: I'll pick you up. Give Kara the chance to take Drew home.
Meg: I don't think that's happening.
Miles: Not yet. But it could. Your friend is hot and Drew isn't fucking anybody. Everybody in the band knows he's not fucking anybody. He's pissy nonstop. Guy needs to get laid bad.
Meg: You think Kara is hot?
Miles: Not as hot as you, but yeah, she's attractive. And she's a sweet girl. I don't have any interest. Don't have any interest in touching anyone but you.
Meg: This is
really strange sweet talk.
Miles: You can tell me you think Drew is hot if it makes you feel better.
Meg: It kinda does. He is hot.
Miles: How could you say that? You're destroying my confidence, Meg. I can't believe you even look at other men.
Meg: I don't. Not really.
Miles: Good.
Meg: You really think he's pissy nonstop? That's not a nice thing to say about your friend.
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.