Prologue
The Domestic Noir Plot drummer Ansel Daily and pop superstar Lyric Adair split after two years
by Dominique Eisenstadt
published on July 6
A source close to the drummer confirmed toNotoriety Magazinethat the pair have gone their separate ways. “Officially, the breakup happened a month ago, but the relationship was rocky for a lot longer. Ultimately, they wanted very different things.”
In June, rumors that Daily had been unfaithful to the singer sent the internet into a frenzy after a blind item was posted to a popular gossip blog alleging the drummer has an affinity for hooking up with fans.
“It’s f——ing disrespectful is what it is,” Daily said, directly addressing the rumors in an Instagram Live. “I didn’t do s——.”
Two years ago, Adair and Daily were first spotted together in Amsterdam, holding hands outside the Rijksmuseum. Later that summer, the pop star attended the Domestic Noir Plot’s tour shows in New Orleans and New York, hard launching their relationship with an onstage kiss after joining the band for an encore performance of their hit song “Gone Girl, Gone” at Madison Square Garden.
Last week, Adair announced her next album,Santa Ana, which is set to release on October 26.
Notoriety Magazinehas reached out to Lyric Adair’s rep for comment.
Update (July 6, 5 p.m.):While Adair’s publicist, Rosaline Sinclair, did not reply to our request at the time of this article’s publication, she did make an unrelated statement on X (formerly known as Twitter).
Rosaline Sinclair@rosalinesinclair • 3h
Congratulations, @lyricadair, on your single “Santa Ana” setting the single day streaming record for any song on Spotify! Couldn’t be prouder of you.??
Chapter One
August 28
Cash Curran@cashcurran • 2h
@lyricadair
Are you a Hail Mary? Because you seem like a long shot, but I’m willing to take a chance.????
Poppy loved Cash, no doubt about it, but on occasion she wanted to throttle him.
“What in God’s name possessed you to make a public pass at LyricfreakingAdair?” Poppy paced the perimeter of the patio, bare feet wearing a path in the grass. “Short of literal possession, I can’t fathom why you would type—” She tugged her phone from the pocket of her overalls so she could recite the tweet verbatim, going so far as to deepen her voice in her best impression of Cash, “‘Are you a Hail Mary? Because you seem like a long shot, but I’m willing to take a chance.’On what planet did you think that was a good idea?”
At the rate they were going, Poppy would develop an ulcer before her twenty-sixth birthday.
Cash lobbed a cheeky smile at her and pointed at the ground. “Uh, this one? Planet Earth?”
Poppy picked up one of his outdoor throw pillows and hurled it at his head. Unfortunately, her aim sucked, and they both watched as it sailed over his shoulder and straight into the uncovered pool behind him.
“Ow,” Cash said deadpan.
“Do you think this is funny?” She put her hands on her hips. “I’m serious. Tell me.”
“You’re always serious these days.” He laughed. “You’re stressing over nothing, Pop-Tart. Chill.”
“I will notchill. Do you know how many impressions your tweet had?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “A few?”
Poppy pressed her teeth into her tongue, swallowing a scream. “Try fifteenmillion.”
He whistled, brows rising over his sunglasses. “Damn.”
