Скачать или смотреть She said I was just a nobody—until I revealed the celebrity she idolized was my younger brother

The moment Madison Taylor looked me dead in the eye and said "You're nobody, Ryan. You'll always be nobody," I knew our three-year relationship was over. What she didn't know was that the poster of Jason Chen hanging above her bed—the one she kissed every morning—was actually a picture of my little brother. Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you!

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon at Pacific Northwest University when everything fell apart. I was sitting in Grind Coffee, the campus coffee shop where Madison and I used to spend hours talking about our dreams, but this time the conversation was different. Madison sat across from me, her perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently on her phone screen as she scrolled through Instagram.

Her blonde hair caught the afternoon light streaming through the windows, and for a moment, I remembered why I fell for her three years ago. "Ryan, we need to talk," she said without looking up from her phone. Her voice had that cold tone I'd been hearing more often lately. "This isn't working anymore. " I set down my coffee cup, the warmth from the ceramic doing nothing to ease the chill I felt spreading through my chest.

"What do you mean? " Madison finally looked at me, her blue eyes filled with something I'd never seen before—disgust. "Look at yourself. Really look at yourself. You're wearing the same vintage t-shirt you wore last week, you work at a dusty record store for minimum wage, and you drive that beat-up Honda Civic from 2008.

Meanwhile, I'm building my brand, growing my following, creating a future for myself. " Her words stung because they weren't entirely wrong. I did work at Vinyl Dreams, a small record store downtown. I did drive an old Honda Civic that my dad had given me when I started college. And yes, I preferred vintage band t-shirts to designer clothes. But what Madison didn't understand was that these were choices, not limitations.

"Madison, you know I'm studying music production. The record store job gives me connections in the industry, and—" "Connections? " She laughed bitterly. "Ryan, you're delusional. You think spinning records for hipsters is going to make you somebody? You think your little bedroom studio is going to compete with real producers? " Before I could respond, Derek Thompson slid into the booth next to Madison, his arm immediately wrapping around her shoulders with practiced familiarity.