#Chapter 34 Not sleeping. Not eating. Just hurting

Rachel POV Camelot Records "You're driving him crazy, you know that, right?" I looked up, startled at the voice coming through the speakers into the recording booth. I was still working hard to finish all the tracks on the LP I had signed a contract to produce when I came under Camelot Records umbrella as an artist. Dylan Roberts was alone in the control room; I wondered how long I had been lost in my music without a sound engineer present. I felt a flash of annoyance at his interference. I needed to get my work done to honor my contract with his company. His status as Tyler's lifelong best friend should not interfere with our working relationship. I didn't want anyone thinking my contract with Camelot had come from having a connection to Tyler. I'd worked my ass off to provide them with quality tracks. They were getting some of the best compositions I'd written in my life. I was insulted by the very idea people would speculate I'd used my status as Tyler Wright's ma