The Martyrdom of Saint Me.

"What’s wrong with the stuff in our vending machines?"

"There’s a cafeteria on the second floor."

"Stride and Certs don't exactly make the best breakfast, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, come on!” She moved across the room and draped her arms around his shoulders, leaning forward so that her lips were close to his ear. She would have sat on his lap if only his pesky guitar hadn’t been in the way. “You and me both know that a little distraction can be a lot of fun.”

"You know how song writing is." He sighs, then plants a brief kiss on her temple. "Inspiration waits for no man." He keeps his guitar in his lap, almost like he knows that she'd immediately try to take it's place if he dared to move it. "I'm kind of surprised you have time to hang around the studio like this, shouldn't you be jetting off to Paris for a photo shoot or something?" 

Probably when you have to ask yourself that question.

"Nothing wrong with a little dedication."

"How many hours in the studio do you consider not enough?"

"If the work you set out to do isn't done, you shouldn't leave." 

"Hmm…I’d say that if it’s been more than a day and you haven’t slept, then you’ve spent too many hours in the studio…or if you haven’t ate. Everyone needs a snack break. “

"Whoops." 

"I don’t know, you tell me."

"When even you begin to seem like decent company." 

Me, paying? You’re kidding right?

When has Adam Tae suddenly lost his ability to get free things?!

"Fine, we'll play the celebrity card."

"Your pathetic cries do have a nice ring to them in the booth."

"Don't you have an STD to catch or something?" 

"Oh piss off, dust mop. What are you doing in here? Practicing your sulking?"

"Oh yeah. I find that when I sulk it helps to be surrounded by good acoustics." 

Who seriously uses a do not enter sign? Locking the door would be more effective.

"It's a booth with a glass door."

"Is that a come on, beautiful?"

"Where's a squirt bottle when you need one?" 

Only if you want it to be..

"I'd never say no to free pizza."

"Hon, please. Since when has a sign ever kept me out? If you want to be alone you’ll just have to try harder.”

"I'm trying to nail a tricky chord change, L. That means no distractions." 

Has anyone tried that new pizza place down the block yet?