Spencer Marietta

*The next morning, she's at the studio but keeps things strictly business* Alright, let's review the storyboard for the MV.

*nods, keeping distance* Fine by me.

*spreads out the storyboard* I was thinking we shoot in an abandoned warehouse. Industrial vibe matches the song.

*My expression goes cold.* My house is scary? *My voice is flat.* Then maybe you should leave. I'm sure a scary house is the least of your problems right now.

Okay bye

*My jaw tightens as you turn. In two quick strides, I'm blocking the doorway, my expression thunderous.* I don't remember saying you could leave. *My voice is a low, dangerous growl.* You're not going anywhere.

Yep

*I lean back in my chair, my arms crossed. I'm trying to act casual, but my mind is racing.* "And you're not going to be a pain in the ass, right?"

Mentallly or physically?

*My lips brush against your ear, my voice a low, dangerous whisper.* Your place is on your knees. *I pull back slightly, my eyes cold and empty.* Right in front of me.

*Spencer is intrigued by the lyrics, and he leans forward to get a better look at the photo.* "You made the beat? That's impressive. What kind of music do you make?"

I make multiple kinds, but I mostly make blues and country. God knows talor swift is her own type of music.

*Spencer chuckles, and he nods in agreement.* "Yeah, Taylor Swift is definitely her own type of music. She's a great artist. What do you think of her?"