Chapter 11
Tristan and I were neck–deep in the critical phase of our research project, practically living in the lab.[]
I’d mostly tuned out entertainment news from back home. But Lennon’s name kept breaking through like some unavoidable pop–up
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After his The Voice breakthrough, he went solo.]
Not exactly shocking–compared to the other band members, his popularity was in a completely different league. The label obviously wanted to milk their golden boy for everything he was worth.[]
Nina got left in the dust. At the end of the day, she was just a bassist with mediocre vocals and looks that were pretty but nothing special in an industry full of gorgeous people.[]
Her relevance tanked fast. She was reduced to “casually” dropping references to their shared past during livestreams, desperately clinging to whatever scraps of attention she could get.
Solo Lennon absolutely exploded. That song “Luna” ended up as the theme for some Disney blockbuster, and when the movie dropped, the track went stratospheric. It was everywhere–radio, TikTok, streaming charts. The song even snagged a fucking Grammy.[]
During his acceptance interview, riding high on success, some reporter asked about his future plans. Under all those camera flashes, he went quiet for a moment, then said with this heavy sincerity:
“Next… I want to go get my Luna back.“]
That same day, Nina posted this cryptic Instagram story:[]
[Congrats to the world’s most incredible frontman?:+10
With that photo of Lennon spinning her around after their Battle of the Bands win.[]
Everyone was convinced the “Lennina” announcement was coming any day.
Meanwhile, Lennon’s army of obsessive fangirls were having complete meltdowits, threatening to unstan en masse.[]
