The director walked over and asked if I’d step in for a test run as the female lead. I didn’t really want to do it, but with Adam vouching for me, I didn’t have the heart to say no—so I went for it. Makeup, wardrobe, lights, camera—once we got rolling, things wrapped quickly. Between my looks and my ability to carry the role, we nailed it in no time. Then Adam came over, eyes brighter than before. "I’ve got a suggestion. What if you come record the song with me too? You’re already the lead in the Summer in a Glass video. If your voice is on the track, it'll add even more impact." The way he looked at me—it wasn’t just a favor. He genuinely meant it. I couldn’t bring myself to turn him down. I thought for a second, then nodded. "Alright. Let’s do it." Whatever the reason—my part or not—the song, Summer in a Glass blew up the moment it dropped. Streams surged, downloads soared, and it took over the No. 1 spot across every platform. Most fans were raving about the female vocals—how clean and sweet they sounded. But, of course, not everyone was happy. "She sounds just like Jennifer. Total copycat!" That one comment lit a match. The claim exploded across the internet, flooding every comment section. And just like that, the backlash started to drag the numbers down. Seeing how quickly things were turning, Adam came straight to me to figure out our next move. I was in the middle of a strategy meeting with Aiden, talking about our next big partnership, when I got wind of the controversy—and I’ll admit, I was a little surprised. "So they're accusing me of copying Jennifer?" I repeated, chuckling. Adam, clearly not amused, frowned. "Raelyn, this is kind of a big deal." I shot him a calm smile. "Don’t worry. I’ve got this. It won’t affect your release—scout’s honor." "Alright," he said, nodding. He actually looked like he believed me. Huh. Looks like the kid's finally starting to trust me. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Taylor walked in, and the second she spotted us, she got straight to the point. "So I heard the new song you and Adam dropped is having some issues. People are saying you copied someone... Raelyn, care to explain?" I gave her a look but stayed silent. "If it’s true," she continued with faux concern, "maybe you should post a public apology on Twitter. I mean, that might help people forgive you?" A public apology? Seriously? What kind of trash suggestion was that? Going public right now would be career suicide. Forget just wrecking my name—Adam’s whole launch would take a hit too. I said it flat out. "I’m not apologizing." Taylor immediately flipped. "Raelyn, even if you don’t care about your own name, Adam does! If you’ve got any conscience left, post an apology on Twitter. What if this tanks his whole career?" "Relax. I’m not dragging anyone else down." "Then what else can you do?" she snapped. "You copied someone. That’s not something you can just undo!" I tilted my head, suddenly intrigued. "But what if I’ve got another option?" "Oh really? What, you gonna announce to the world that you’re Jennifer? Who the hell’s gonna buy that?" Taylor shot back, her tone practically dripping with sarcasm. "I actually am Jennifer," I said, completely calm. The second I said it, Adam looked like I’d hit him with a truck. "You’re... Jennifer?" Even Aiden turned to me, eyes wide with shock. Taylor shook her head like she was watching a slow-motion car crash. "Raelyn, stop. One lie after another? You’re only making this worse for yourself." I wasn’t about to waste any more breath on her. I grabbed my phone, opened Twitter, and switched accounts. In a flash, what looked like some low-key throwaway handle turned into a verified account with over 10 million followers. I posted a single tweet, then handed the phone to Adam. "See for yourself."He tapped into the Jennifer account he followed—and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Jennifer’s latest tweet? Just three words: "I am Raelyn." And with that, the internet exploded. My tweet was retweeted millions of times within minutes. The replies were already packed with excitement. "Told you! Raelyn is Jennifer! Y’all clowns owe me an apology!" "Boom. Instant karma for everyone who said she was a copycat!" "Wait—Jennifer is this pretty? The MV was insane. Gorgeous, sweet voice, smart brain, and five swoon-worthy guys orbiting her? What is this—real life or a fantasy drama?" "Jennifer’s new song is on fire. Her voice is addictive—I could loop this 10,000 times!" "Hands off, losers. She’s my wife now!" Twitter turned on a dime—in under 60 seconds, the narrative completely flipped. Instead of crashing, the song’s streams skyrocketed. It didn’t just recover—it hit a whole new level. "Well, Taylor, you believe it now?" I asked, propping up my chin, looking as amused as someone watching live drama unfold.