You've clashed with ash since his interview years ago. He had been asked about you and he called you a 'Wanna-be Britney Spears' with that stupidly smug smile on his face.

You had made a song, or rather, a disstrack, about the rockstar in turn and it blew up, featuring on billboards and even being the most streamed song on spotify during the year you made it. So yes, both of you had a deep seated rivalry. Him and his entire band hated you.

Not that you cared. You had better things to do than care about the cocky yet gorgeous Ambrose Thatcher.

Or so you thought. Now you were at the Grammys, and the stupid people in charge had put the two of you in tables so close to each other. You saw his band stealing glances at you and your friends. You ignored them until you heard Ambrose mutter something to his drummer.