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I ignored all the online chatter, focusing on catching up and preparing for my departure.
As the band’s popularity soared, the fanbase quickly split. One faction was Blake’s solo fans, believing their idol should
stay single. The other was Madison’s personal fans plus devoted “Blake–Madison shippers.
The two factions were at each other’s throats online.
Solo fans attacked Madison:
[Top–tier slut! Says they’re friends but every move is calculated.]
[Right! Talking shit about his ex is so gross!]
[Championship night she literally jumped on Blake with her legs around his waist. That’s “just friends“? Bullshit!]
[I know slut when I see it, this operation is textbook.]
Shippers fired back:
[Blake looks at Madison with such obvious heart–eyes!]
[Madison’s been keeping her distance, who’s the one doing the chasing here.]
[Some girlfriend–fans need to stop being bitter, the principals get along great!]
The war peaked when a reporter teased Blake and Madison about their relationship during a public interview.
Blake wore sunglasses, his expression perfectly managed. “She’s just a junior I work with, a good friend, an excellent
bassist.
Madison smiled sweetly beside him, immediately chiming in, “Exactly! Really just friends! Blake takes good care of all the
team members. Please don’t speculate!”
The reporter persisted, asking Blake, ‘So are you single now?”
Blake was silent for a moment, then nodded, “Yes, single,”
“What type of girl do you like? The reporter teased, glancing meaningfully at Madison. “Maybe someone with shared
interests, beautiful and outgoing?”
Blake frowned slightly, answering formulaically. “Right now I just want to focus on my career. Music is everything to me.
When the interview aired, solo fans felt victorious:
[Hear that? Single! Career–focused! Certain someone needs to know her place and stop the calculated moves!]
Since our last meeting at school, Blake and I had no contact.
Until the eve of my departure, when I got a message from my high school desk mate (Emily, Blake went on “The Voice”
Chapter
competition! OMG, he fought through all those veteran powerhouse singers and got third place! Now he’s exploding in
popularity! A bunch of major companies are fighting to sign him.]
I casually clicked the news link and saw Blake transformed–gone was his usual rock wildness, replaced by someone
sitting quietly under the lights, holding a guitar and singing softly while Madison watched from the audience, tears
streaming down her cheeks.
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