"Well, it took seven days, but I finally got my nasty gram," Hannah told Shell as the two of them sat on the tour bus making their way back towards the Midwest.
"About uploading that video?"
"Yeah, I was waiting on it." She shifted in her seat and pulled the laptop closer to her. "Figured it would have been before now."
Shell stood up and came to stand behind her, reading over her shoulder. "They are so damn condescending," Shell laughed.
"I know, but I checked with legal, there's nothing they can do to me. I own the song, I wrote it, and it's published under my company. They can only express their displeasure." She clapped her hands. "This not-doing-what-I'm-supposed-to thing is getting to be fun."
"Wonder what took them so long?"
"I guarantee you they were looking for a way to scre
