Welcome to the Blog, y’all. It’s Gavins Gal here, your underground source for everything Aliyah Gavins. Have you seen the video yet? When I say sparks were flying, I ain’t talking about the skateboarding. Our girl stole the show, hugging someone you might recognize. Remember The Dome? Last week, she was grinding on him. This week, he’s doing the grinding. Who really believed that whole “family friend” thing anyway? (Okay, I did, but that’s because I know who leaked the photos, and he’s a douche.) Li said it herself… That’s her boy! If this is why her signings have fallen off, I’m cool with it. Our girl’s back, rocking a new look, a new job, and a new guy. Is he really just a fan? Who knows? But I can’t wait to see what’s next.
Tiffany worked through her lunch whenever she was in the office. The agency had a cozy feel with pastel walls and exposed wood ceilings. A fireplace burned in the lobby. The faint drone of phone calls and keyboard clatter helped her concentrate. She liked to work on her feet, pacing by the windows. On the fifth floor, the office had a beautiful view of the ocean.
Her nails clacked on her tablet as she scrolled through social media. A salad bowl sat on a nearby counter. She took a bite each time she passed, washing it down with her favorite iced coffee. The caramel blend always hit the spot.
Aliyah was downstairs, having lunch with her agent. The two met almost every day to prepare for her new role. Filming started right after she got back from vacation. Aliyah visited her dad and sister for the Fourth of July. They flew out on Sunday. Laura wanted to make sure they covered everything before she left.
Tiffany spent her lunch that day combing through pages and pages of fan content. It was her weekly check. She tracked the top blog posts and skimmed what was trending. It seemed the article from last week wasn’t going anywhere. Some of the posts talked about her sister, but most focused on the family friend. Tiffany noticed the word, groupie, a lot.
While she searched, she also scrolled through hundreds of videos. A thumbnail eventually caught her eye. It showed two people hugging in a parking lot. A short black woman buried herself in the arms of a scraggly skateboarder. She gasped. She knew that curly hair anywhere.
The title read, “That’s my Boy.” It was a skateboarding video. Whoever posted it did so only two weeks ago. It already had a hundred thousand views.
She clicked in, opening the video full screen. Her display lit up. A street performer blew a ball of fire at the camera. Two names appeared out of the blaze, but she didn’t recognize them. Various shots of L.A. followed. They tried to be artistic. Tiffany hated the song they used.
The video soon faded in on a wall of graffiti. It panned to a staircase where a skateboarder slid the handrail. His board snapped on the landing. The title flashed on screen as a woman cheered.
“That’s my boy, first try!”
Tiffany slammed the tablet onto the counter. She grabbed her phone to call her client. Aliyah answered on the second ring.
“What’s up?”
“We have a big problem.”
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