shuhaige
Chapter 372
The Unvarnished Truth is Here] The Tweet came from a blogger with the handle SeriousBusinessIsNoFun, an account with no tweet history, freshly registered today. Clearly, it was a burner account.
The Tweet was blunt in its simplicity, attaching only an audio clip and tagging Jay and Summer directly. The recording contained the exact conversation between Summer and Jay from a previous phone call.
“Your brother came knocking, asking me how I got the tune.”
“The tune was always yours. What are you afraid of?”
“I’m really curious. How did you come by this tune, exactly?”
“You don’t need to know the details. The finished track is in your hands. Even if he wants to defend himself, he’s got no proof.”
The clarity of the recording was impeccable, devoid of any background noise, making Summer and Jay’s voices unmistakably recognizable.
Once the netizens digested the conversation, there was an uproar, especially with the words “your brother‘ shattering everyone’s moral compass.
[Holy smokes, Summer is Juztin’s sister? His own sister lifted his tunes to give to someone else, then tried to drag him down?] ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
[What kind of stunt is this?]
[Hold up.
didn’t Juztin bring his sister on the reality show? Was Summer the sister he brought on the show? Doesn’t seem right!]
[Clearly, there’s a world of difference in their vibes. The sister on the show is cool and assertive, while Summer comes off as coy and pretentious. If she really is Juztin’s sister, why do they seem as different as night and day?]
[I used to think Summer was decent, gentle, kind, and a brainy genius. After hearing this recording, all I can say is, she’s trash!]
[My guess is that Summer just knows Juztin. He went on a live show without her, taking his current sister instead, so she harbored a grudge, stole Juztin’s new song, and gave it to Jay, aiming for some payback.]
[Such an evil woman!]
[Jay’s no better, thieving Juztin’s song and then smearing him. Shameless to the core!]
[Let the internet rain down its disdain on this despicable duo. They’re treating us netizens
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like fools.]
In no time, the comment section under Summer and Jay’s Twitter handles exploded.
Jay was still in the studio, crafting his music, his phone on silent, oblivious to the countless calls from his manager and assistant. It wasn’t until the studio door burst open that he looked up, surprised.
He saw his agent, Vicky, at the door and casually removed his headphones. “Vicky, what brings you here so late?”
After Jay spoke, he noticed Vicky’s grim expression and felt a premonition of doom, asking, “Did something happen?”
Vicky advanced, his gaze both icy and heavy.
“You haven’t checked Twitter?”
Jay paused momentarily, then quickly responded, “No, I’ve been focused on my music, phone on silent.”
“Then go check now,” Vicky said, his voice devoid of warmth. He was seething internally. He just heard that phone recording on Twitter, and realized just how naive Jay could be. To steal a song was one thing, but to be caught on a recorded call? Unthinkable.