THIRD POV
The next day, Estelle sat at her desk, her laptop open in front of her as she scrolled through messages in her classmates' group chat.
The chatter was lively, filled with complaints about their physics teacher, who had become a source of collective frustration.
< Rence: I can’t believe how rude he was in class today! >
< Angelina: I’m never submitting that output. He doesn’t even explain anything properly! >
< Laura: Seriously! We should all just drop out. This is ridiculous! >
< Maya: Yeah, let’s start a band instead! >
< Zeneah: Right? Like the Finals Fiasco! >
< Laura: Yeah! We would be Physics Fiasco! >
After the laughter from the group chat faded, Estelle decided to take a break and scrolled through Facebook.
As she flipped through her feed, a series of headlines caught her eye, and her heart sank as she read one of the articles.
“Local Band Exposes Agency Scandal: Plans to File Lawsuit After Being Scammed”
The article featured a video of Gabriel and his band, visibly upset, explaining the situation with their agency.
They were passionate as they detailed how the agency had run away with their money, leaving them to figure out their next steps without support.
Estelle’s stomach twisted with concern. She watched as Gabriel spoke passionately about their hard work and dreams being threatened.
His frustration was visible, and she could see the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The video showed snippets of their earlier performances, filled with energy and hope, contrasting sharply with the gravity of their current predicament.
As she continued to read through the comments, it was a mix of support and outrage from fans, many expressing their disbelief at what had happened.
“This is terrible! We stand with you!” one comment read. Another said, “I can’t believe they would do this to you guys!”
Estelle felt her heart ache for Gabriel and the band. She knew how much they had invested in their music and how hard they had fought to get where they were.
Her mind raced with thoughts of how she could help him through this.
Meanwhile, in a bedroom, Gabriel, Kevin, Jacob, Brian, and Harris gathered in a corner, their faces etched with anger and frustration.
The atmosphere was heavy, filled with the weight of their shared stress. They had spent countless hours pouring their hearts into their music, only to be betrayed by the agency they trusted.
“We need to get our money back,” Kevin said, his voice tight with emotion. “This is unacceptable!”
“I can’t believe they would do this to us,” Jacob added, clenching his fists. The anger was palpable, and the group was united in their outrage.
Brian, usually the more composed member, wiped away tears of frustration. “We’ve worked so hard, and now it feels like it’s all slipping away.”
Harris’s phone buzzed, breaking through the tension. He quickly checked the message, his eyes widening in shock.
“Guys! They’ve found the people at the agency. They’re going to be faced with legal consequences!”
A mix of relief and anger washed over the group. “Finally!” Gabriel exclaimed, but the joy was short-lived as reality set in. “But we still have a long way to go.”
