[Fame-chaser, get out of the entertainment industry.]
[Spreading vulgar rumors, how disgusting.]
[Mind your words up there. Your alternative account is exposed.]
[Lol, who's got more accounts than your idol?]
[Ahhh, Mia is here.]
I rubbed my head as I got out of the van, and Mia from the neighboring van just stepped out too.
I gave her a polite smile and greeted her.
[Tamara's smile is so creepy.]
[Run, Mia, she's trying to steal your spotlight.]
[Don't be ridiculous. Does Tamara even need to steal the spotlight?]
Mia was a cold, talented singer, who was popular from the moment she debuted and had stayed that way. She had high popularity and a great public image, totally different from someone like me, a controversial celebrity.
The comments were going crazy, practically ecstatic.
[Ahhh, if only Jonathan were here right now, I want to see Tamara's reaction when she sees him.]
[Me too. Just thinking about it is enough to make me cringe and laugh.]
These comments had a reason. When I was young and naive three years ago, I drew fan art of her and Jonathan.
They were a cool singer and a bad-boy rapper. I was all about shipping them back then, cranking out fan art like crazy.
Now it had backfired.