Word on the street is that Jordan Files has released a trendy snippet on AppleClouds.
Word in the bustling cafeteria actually. Where I'm trying to savor the sweetness of the rice sauce in front of me without Peach's gratingly loud shrieks infuriating me.
"Good fuck !" She swears excitedly "I hate to say this but damnnn this cocky puss is really lyrically good"
"The news is actually the current big news in the School " Cassidy affirms, dramatically demonstrating "Only two days in the charts and it's already dethroned Moon Sol's Late Night".
I am one of the numerous thousands literally obsessed with Moon Sol's Late Night. A week in the charts and I can mouth the entire lines half crazed with euphoria.
Meet me where the silence tastes of neon light,
Hearts unbuttoned in the gravity of night.
Your shadow leans against my broken skin,
Every secret's louder when the dark drags us in.
We're burning slow, but the city never sleeps,
Kiss me where the promise cuts too deep.
And the guyy they replaced Jordan with? Derrick Vale a.k.a The Devil's Eyre. Fuck. His two liner in that song could literally lure me (and a thousand other obsessed girls) to sleep.
"Tongue on your name in the dark, slow fire,
your body's a hymn I can't help but desire".
This is their first song since they dropped Jordan and if it could stay on the chart for a full week, it means that sadly Jordan will not be missed because The Devil's Eyre is surely a hot little demon with a hotter voice.
And if Jordan released a snippet just two days ago and it's already dethroned Late Night, it means that my core focus now is not on the delicious dish in front of me. I am actually very much interested in Peach's annoyingly sweet voice rattling besides me.
"It is FIRE" Peach shrieks and then looks at me "Night, you have that hopelessly lost look"
"What hopelessly lost look?" I counter , wondering if I was carrying my curiosity like a placard on my forehead.
"The naked one that says Hey I'm the only clueless mortherfucker in Notre Dame " Cassidy answers flatly, spooning her food into her mouth with an unveiled annoyance at my shameful cluelessness.
"Except that this ain't Notre Dame" Peach laughs.
Yes. This is The Academy of Magic Arts and Sciences, I snort.
"Well what gave me away " I wonder loudly.
"Maybe your mouth hanging open at Peach as if you want to drink up the words like an elixir " Cassidy smirks and we all laugh.
"Okay. Thats a caught" I shrug my shoulders lightly. "Well can someone file me in before I give the really hopelessly lost look "
"Let me swiftly come to your rescue before you embarrass us further " Peach is scrolling on her phone with a touch of ridiculous seriously "Here. "
She hands the phone over to me and then hands her ear pod as well. I plug it into my ears without hesitance, my eyes darting at the screen.
Yes. Jordan Files' song titled Milk Shake is on the #1 on four music charts, reducing Late Night to second place.
My curiosity tripled
I press the play button wondering what the fuss was all about. Definitely not expecting to be dazzled. Yes I know Jordan is a flawless singer. I have seen him perform on Solstice night . But his cocky dominant ass has been grating on my nerves lately and I would really appreciate a flop that would make me hate him .
For God's sake, does he have to be so friggin perfect in everything.
The first three lines hit me in a squooshing daze. My breath catches.
"You're the venom I sip when I swear I want clean,
a wildfire kiss that keeps burning through me,
I chain my heart down, but it rips through the seams."
The next three lines does something to my chest. I am afraid I'm gripping the phone too tight.
"Flame in your hair, I could worship the burn,
every lifetime I'd choose you, I'd never unlearn,
your name is the thirst my veins still return."
My pulse like he's singing straight through my ribs; God help me, was this song carved out of me?
Every word tastes too close, too precise, too fierce and at the same time my ears hungered for more.
"Milk shake drip, I can't get enough,
spinning me dizzy on your sugar rush,
pour your storm and I'll swallow it whole,
addicted to the spill that's staining my soul,
stir me, break me, I'll still crave the taste,
you're the mess I would die just to chase."
When I hand back the phone to Peach, I am fighting so hard not to let the tears show. Shit. The song was addictive. I see why the whole world is split in shards in just two days of its release.
Yes inasmuch as I hate to admit it, Jordan Files is perfect in more ways than one. I imagine his loathsome pride tripling by this swift come back to the top of the social ladder.
"It is quite electric" I say , quietly trying not to overtly display my indulgence even if I am now hastily downloading it on my phone.
"Electric?" Peach waves her hand dismissively "Try Epic. Word is Bloodstone Records noticed. They are literally offering him billions to sign him. "
"Bloodstone?" Cassidy's eyes are rounder than a clock in disbelief.
"Umm..." I start to say. Lost once again.
"Night, not that hopeless look again" Peach glares at me then her voice softens "Bloodstone Records. The label is legendary. Vampire-owned. Every artist they sign becomes almost untouchable. Immortal, iconic. Fame that lasts centuries. Everyone in the music world would kill to get noticed by them."
I blink at her, spoon halfway to my mouth. "Wow"
Peach nods, leaning in like she's sharing a secret. "Exactly. They've seen him. Milk Shake isn't just a hit—it's a calling card. If Bloodstone signs him, he won't just top charts… he'll become a legend. Like, actual immortal-level legend. And everyone knows it. "
"Thought this dude was a loner or something" Cassidy says
"Lone wolf " Peach hisses "Doesn't mean talentless wolf. And for the hundredth time, Bloodstone Records is vampire owned. They can sign up anyone they want and Jordan Files is now free to shack up with any record label of his choice. For fucks sake, he's not bound by wolf lore anymore ".
"Wait.. Look at this" I'm gaping on my phone screen . The comments sections are wild. "Seems like the Wolf community is protesting."
@WolfCodeMatters: "This is why wolf law exists. A lone wolf can't just waltz into legendary human-vampire territory. Surely he won't take it, right?"
@PackPride: "Bloodstone this, Bloodstone that… he's a lone wolf. Everyone expects him to turn it down!"
@MoonLawKeeper: "We all thought he'd stay loyal to the pack code. There's no way he'll sign with a vampire label."
@RedClawRevolt: "Milk Shake is fire. But the audacity of even being offered that deal… Surely he won't accept it."
@SilverFangAlpha: "Jordan Files was one of us. Lone wolf or not, the pack expects him to reject Bloodstone. That's the law."
My head swims. First they reject him. Now they trying to tell him what he shouldn't do. Wasted advice on someone who blissfully was bad on following orders.
Cassidy voices my thoughts "Too concerned for someone they cast off, if you ask me"
Peach has a very broad grin on her face as she pauses mid scroll . I think my fears are about to be confirmed.
"Good news" She flashes her phone at us "Jordan Files has accepted the offer."