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Three days after the show ended, I started another livestream.
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My account had already amassed over half a million followers from the previous streams, and the second I went live, nearly half of
them poured into the chat.
“OMG SISTER YOU’RE FINALLY LIVE WE MISSED YOU.”
“I need my daily dose of Aria’s clapbacks. I get withdrawal symptoms if I don’t see it.”
On camera, I laid out a stack of documents with a mysterious smile. “Don’t worry. You’re going to get a full dose today.”
“Adam Vance. You all know him, right? Backed by Zenith Media Group. Two years ago, the CEO, a Mr. Armstrong, sent him to Idol
Factor and was even willing to spend a fortune to buy him a debut spot. Unfortunately for them, my brother came out of nowhere
like a dark horse and cost them nearly two hundred million dollars.”
! read a section from a document, then looked up with a wicked grin. “If it weren’t for Mr. Armstrong’s… particular tastes… and your
willingness to do whatever it takes to get on his good side for two years, Adam, would you even have the right to stand here and challenge my brother today?”
The chat exploded.
“WTF WTF IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?!”
“The tea! The truth! AM I ALLOWED TO HEAR THIS?!”
“OMG SISTER SPILL MORE WE ARE LIVING FOR THIS.”
I continued, “You’ve hated my brother for two years, haven’t you? You took advantage of the fact that he debuted with grassroots support, that his fanbase wasn’t huge or highly organized, so you hired an army of haters to tear him down. You maliciously edited
clips of him, spammed the same tired jokes for two years, and bullied him because you thought he had no one in his corner. You
even bribed his own agency to get them to shelve him?”
I held up the evidence, one page after another, to the camera. “Take a good look, everyone. So no one can say I’m just spreading
rumors.”
