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Most of the questions were about my brother’s debut. I was starting to lose my patience.
“Look, if you people are really that bored, go dig up the fan club voting data from two years ago. Go see how big his grassroots support actually was. Stop acting like you’re some righteous crusaders for justice, waving your little feather around like it’s a royal
decree.”
The chat: “How can you say that? We just want to see a fair competition!”
“Oh, really?” I purred. “Then by all means, keep fighting for fairness. Maybe you should go shout it in the director’s face. And while you’re at it, you can ask him what happened to the half a million votes my brother was cheated out of on finale night.”
With that, I ended the live stream, my face a mask of cold indifference.
I turned my head and saw my brother staring at me, his eyes glistening with tears, looking like a big, adoring golden retriever.
I couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. “Don’t get too emotional. It’s what big sisters are for.”
He let out a little sob. “I was just thinking… that after this show is over, my career might be over, too.”
Me:
Our private stream was over, but the story was just beginning. Screen recordings of our broadcast went viral, igniting a firestorm of
discussion online.
That afternoon, a hashtag about me shot to the top of the trending list:
#AriaSerranoClapsBackAtFans
#AriaCallsOutIdolFactor Director
#TheTruthBehindLiamSerrano’s Debut
#AriaRoastsAdam Vance
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At the same time, a few key comments started getting pushed to the top.
