"May I help you with something?" A female's cold voice filled the room, Isabelle spinned around dropping the picture to the floor.
"No, I was just bringing in some snacks." Isabelle said.
"Aren't you a little young to be a roadie? Are you sure you're not someone who snuck in, trying to catch a glimpse of Hanson?" She said accusingly while walking toward Isabelle. Isabelle was getting annoyed.
"No, my aunt is Lisa Drigs, she's a roadie, I'm just here for the day. Who are you?" Isabelle said just as coldly.
"I am the one and only Courtney Jacobs, Taylor Hanson's girlfriend, and who might you be?" Courtney said in a surperior voice.
"Isabelle Richardson." She answered.
"Isabelle, I always hated that name. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand, but just as Isabelle raised her hand to shake it, she pulled back. "Wait, you're just a roadie, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I don't associate with you people. Aren't there headquaters for you or something?" Courtney asked rudely. Isabelle head was boiling, she couldn't believe how incredibly rude Courtney was.
"You're Taylor's girlfriend?" Courtney nodded. "How could he ever like such a superficial, self centered, conceited, bitch like you? I've only known you for 5 minutes and I already want to slap you. . . . no wait I have a better idea!" Isabelle picked up a bottled water and splashed it all over Courtney's face and shirt.
"What are you doing? This is my favourite shirt! You'll pay for this!" Courtney yelled wiping excess water off her face. Isabelle smiled with satisfaction and walked out of the room.
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