Gaining Loyal Fans

As the melancholic melodies of J. Black's song reverberated through the apartment, the social media influencer's life flashed before his eyes. In those haunting minutes, he confronted the relentless hustle and the gnawing trepidation about the future that had become his constant companions.

Tears welled up in his eyes, their silent descent bearing witness to the raw emotions that had long been suppressed. The lyrics of the song struck chords deep within his soul, resonating with the silent sacrifices he had poured into his craft to maintain his facade of relevance. The weight of his chosen path, the late nights crafting content, the compromises, and the ceaseless pursuit of fleeting online validation all became vivid in that moment.

In the midst of his emotional turmoil, he muttered to himself, voice quivering with sincerity, "Finally, an artist who understands my state of mind! J. Black, you just gained a fan."

With those words, he recognized that amidst the superficiality of social media and the relentless pursuit of likes and followers, there were genuine artists who could articulate the profound, unspoken emotions that defined his journey. J. Black's song had become a lifeline, a cathartic release, and a connection to a deeper, more authentic aspect of himself.

....

While in another city,

A guy and a girl were having a conversation on whatsapp..

Girl: you're hilarious Jake, opps! Gotta go, battery low. And she goes offline instantly.

Jake: tf?

Jake was dumbfounded, here he was draining his fathers car battery just to keep the conversation alive.

He felt stupid and dejected.. She ended the chat because her battery was low, but oblivious to the fact that Jake had to go the extra mile to keep both his phone and the conversation alive.

In a vexed state of mind, Jake hastily composed a message, an emotionally charged allegation about her not loving him enough. His finger hovered over the "send" button, poised to launch this potentially relationship-altering text.

But then, fate intervened. The car stereo shuffled to the next track, and the haunting chords of J. Black's "Can't Relate" filled the car. Jake froze, his intention momentarily halted, as he listened intently to the poignant lyrics. The music carried an emotional weight and depth that resonated with him on a profound level.

As the song's words washed over him, a wave of relief and understanding cascaded through Jake's soul. Perhaps, he contemplated, the girl needed time to truly understand him, just as he had been given a moment to comprehend the complexities of their situation.

J. Black, a name that was unfamiliar to him until now, had become a source of inspiration and solace. With a newfound perspective, Jake decided not to send the hurtful message. Instead, he adopted a mantra derived from his unexpected musical encounter: "nobody can truly understand you, except yourself."

....

While his fame was on the rise, JCole had just completed a straight week of intensive practice and still hadn't fully mastered the essence of martial art, but what he succeeded in mastering was the art of pugilism.

"That would suffice for now".. Jcole mumbled "Time to go back to the real world", Jcole was instantly transported to his bedroom.

[Modification completed]

[Armoured Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG is now available]

[Nanotechnology gear is now available]

Super!! Jcole exclaimed.

"Now with three transmitters my space plane should be ready soon right?"

[Affirmative]

Jcole made his way downstairs donning a white sleeveless and shaggy jeans pants, he passed through the kitchen entrance and there stood firmly his favourite person in the house "the cook lady".

"Mrs Otu, you look gorgeous and energetic as always, I bet Mr Otu is always super stressed chasing off your admirers huh? J Cole flattered.

-Silence-

unlike the usual giggles he would hear after his usual complements, before the legendary 'double portion food collection'.

The awkward hush persisted for a seemingly endless five seconds before Jcole, feeling the tension, finally broke it. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm sorry Jcole but I have to stand by Miss Rose's orders!" Miss Otu said with a helpless look.

Jcole's confusion deepened. "What did she say?"

"She said you're not allowed to leave the mansion or eat any meal until you meet with her," Mrs. Otu replied.

Jcole's charming smile made a grand return. "Oh, well, that won't be an issue. Where is she?"

"In her bedroom, the master's room on the second floor," Mrs. Otu responded.

With a sense of purpose, Jcole headed towards the stairs. "It's settled then. Since we're done with that, why don't I take this for the road?" He reached out so fast for a roasted chicken drumstick nearby and grabbed it, but before he could take a bite, a wooden spatula came hurtling towards him.

Startled, Jcole leaped back, laughing uncontrollably as he made his way towards Miss Rose's room. Little did he realize, or perhaps his mind was just too relaxed to notice, that Mrs. Otu was hot on his heels, brandishing the wooden spatula like a weapon of culinary justice.

It wasn't until the ground beneath him began to tremble that Jcole finally realized he was being pursued. Startled, he cast a quick glance over his shoulder, and the sight that met his eyes sent a shiver down his spine. "Miss Otu? How on earth can you move so swiftly?" J Cole gasped.

"Johnathan Cole! Don't you dare eat that chicken!!" Mrs. Otu shouted, her voice a mix of exasperation and determination.

Jcole couldn't help but chuckle, the roasted chicken drumstick still tantalizingly close to his mouth. "Dear Miss Otu, I hold you in the highest regard, but this chicken and I... we have a special connection. You're the third wheel here," he quipped with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I suppose what I'm trying to convey is... Catch me if you can!" With that declaration, Jcole swiftly vanished from Mrs. Otu's line of sight, a mischievous grin painted on his face.

"Huh? Johnathan Cole! You can't run forever," Mrs. Otu called after him.