"Excuse me?" Nyx snapped. "My lyrics are good. Sometimes they're better than yours, you twat. You know what? If my lyrics are shit, you can stop performing them. See how small the catalogue gets without my words in your mouth. Because I'm done. I'm over it. Enjoy promoting our music by yourself, because I'm going solo. And that track isn't going to be the first song, I have something better. I have a fucking hit. I'm going to release something so good it's going to haunt every step you take in this fucking city."

He turned to go, ready to call Vince and make this happen.