I was out in L.A. writing with Greg Kurstin and Sarah Aarons, who wrote “The Middle.” We were just kind of spitballing ideas. I had never really met them before, so this was my first time writing with those two. I am huge fans of both. I was just talking about this tiff I was having with a friend who I adore, but also can never seem to stay on the same page with. And it just ended up being [about] me talking to her personally, what I’d say to her if she were in front of me? Why are we so competitive with each other, why are we always so awkward around each other, when we could so easily be friends? I ended up realizing that I wasn’t writing this to her?I think I’m writing it to myself.