She bit her lip to keep herself from grinning. Knowing James, this letter would be quite interesting, and maybe it’d enough to get everyone to take notice. Okay, fine, she doubted that the Prophet was a stranger to this sort of controversy though; given how they was prone to following stupid ideas such as this, the staff was sure to receive its share of hate-mail so there was really no reason that this would be any different. But it was an entertaining thought, believing that this one letter would lead to some huge scandal that would provoke everyone at the Prophet to change their ways. Unrealistic, sure, but it made her feel better.
“You shouldn’t let me see it,” she declared. “As temping as reading it first sounds, it may be better if I can play innocent, you know? Because, of course, I am no way involved with this letter, and I did not encourage it,” she grinned. She figured the only reason they’d show it to her was because they’d suspect some sort of involvement on her part; it wasn’t like she had been shy with her opinion- she hadn’t changed that much. “Though if they don’t show me for whatever reason, you have to be sure to send it to me, yeah?”
“Oh.” A pause as she considered this. “Yeah, that makes sense, I guess.” She supposed it’d only help him in the long run, even if tomorrow was sure to be taxing for him, and if everything was ready, there was no reason why he shouldn’t get the single out sooner rather than later. Admittedly, she wasn’t entirely convinced that the fact that a competing company had another new musician completely justified this rush- what if they didn’t sound anything alike? Then it wouldn’t really matter what came out when, would it?- but in all honestly, there were many things she’d rather talk to him about right then than the technicalities of the music business.
Like, for instance, the idea of them though the thought of that also terrified her because as far as she knew, there wasn’t even a them anymore. She could hardly say that they were still friends, let alone entertain the possibly of something more. As ashamed as she was to admit it though, a part of her believed that this meeting just had to be some work of fate, a second chance, but a much larger part rightly dismissed that as ludicrous. She had no reason to believe that James felt, or had ever felt, anything about her, especially after how little they spoke over the past few years, and she had long ago convinced herself that she was over him. She had been eighteen; it was just some silly crush, created out of jealousy, and nothing more.
But if she was going to be entirely honest about it, there very well could have been another reason why she hadn’t had any truly serious relationships- long term, yes, but for the most part, they had always felt more like a way to pass time than the whole ‘lets plan our futures because this is love’ nonsense. She could blame it on any factors she wanted, but she couldn’t quite ignore the fact that she had never really stopped thinking about him, even if those thoughts were far less intense and frequent than they were years ago.
The hint of bitterness wasn’t lost on her, and she frowned for a moment, not entirely sure how to respond. “Mm, yeah, he should have at least have had the intelligence to finish it off rather than wasting his money like that,” she answered dryly. “I’m sorry. But at least you got a good story out of it, yeah? And writing a song about it is a fantastic way to retaliate- imagine how stupid he’ll feel when you’re famous.”