Open-mouth emojis race up the side of the screen.
@nickjonasbabymama:the OC I’m DECEASED!!!!!!
@caryberrytx:damn Sash that’s cold
@morganfriedman1_1:The pop princess does NOT fuck with Hannah Cortland it turns out
“Rolling Stonecalling her the new It Girl.”Sasha flips off the screen.“Fuck that. I’m the Forever It Girl. And I smell something rotten with that girl. It’s too exaggerated, you know? I bet she never evenhada sister. What’s the sister’s name supposed to be, anyway, Winnie or something like that? You can’t find that girl on the internet. Where’s her Instagram?”
She laughs and points at the camera.“Diamond Army detectives, track that, please. Listen, this woman’s sales sucked and then all the sudden she has a dead sister and now she’s sellin’ through the roof?”Sasha gives the camera a dubious look.“Please. I smell a rat.”
Chapter 30
TMZ.com video: “EXCLUSIVE: FS Frontwoman Hannah Cortland Loses Her Cool Over Sasha Thee Pop Princess Comments About Dead Sister” (Wednesday, July 10, 2024)
The video pans across Sixth Avenue in Midtown Manhattan until it stops on a nondescript door at Rockefeller Center. A blond woman emerges, a black baseball cap pulled low over her forehead, wide black sunglasses covering half her face. She looks left, then right, and chooses left. Behind her, a tall man brushes his brown hair off his forehead and scans the street. Satisfied, he hustles after the woman, walking so his body shields her from the people she passes.
The camera jostles. Whoever’s holding it is in motion, running across the street. On the left side of the frame, the camera catches another paparazzo running. He wears a baggy white T-shirt and holds his own Nikon DSLR.
Both men shout,“Hannah Cortland! Hannah! Over here!”
The blond woman and tall man turn and clock the paparazzi. The tall
man calls,“Not today, okay?”The woman pulls her baseball cap lower and
turns away.
But the paparazzi catch up to the couple, matching their pace. They hover close, not giving them room to escape. A third paparazzo enters the frame, a woman in aviators withher camera lifted.“Hannah, are you leavingSNL?”she calls.“How’s rehearsal going?”
The blond woman looks briefly over her shoulder.“It’s a dream come true.”
The tall man nudges her and subtly shakes his head. He places a protective arm around her shoulders and turns to the paparazzi.“That’s enough, guys. We appreciate you, but it’s been a long day.”
“Where’s the after-party going to be?”yells the paparazzo to the left, despite the couple’s close proximity.“You planning on getting blitzed with the cast?”
The couple turn their backs to the cameras and walk even faster.
The camera jostles again. The man holding it calls,“Hannah, what’d you think about what Sasha Thee Pop Princess said about your sister?”
The blond woman stops mid-step.“Who’s Sasha?”The man doubles back to her side and says,“Ignore them.”The paparazzo laughs.“Pop star whose debut album went gold? She went nude to the VMAs? She’s on your label.”
The woman takes off her sunglasses and faces him. The cameras flash wildly. This is the reaction they’ve been hungry for.“What’d you say about my sister?”
“You didn’t hear?”goads the paparazzo on the left.“Sasha accused you of making up a dead sister for attention.”
“She says your sister never existed,”says the female paparazzo, getting in on it.“You lied for ticket sales.”
“What the fuck?”Hannah’s face flushes red.
“Hannah.”The tall man tries to put a placating hand on Hannah’s arm, but she shrugs him off. New Yorkers passing by turn to stare.
“It was on her Instagram Live,”insists the man holding the camera.“She said you never say your sister’s name.”
“I never—”Hannah lunges for the camera, trying to pull it out of the paparazzo’s grip. He fights back; a struggle ensues. All three paparazzi are yelling. The camera swings wildly, showing flashes of Hannah’s blond hair and the gum-strewn sidewalk.
When the camera stabilizes, Hannah is being pulled away by the tall man, who nearly lifts her off the sidewalk. She swings out at the paparazzi anyway, yelling,“Don’t you ever talk about Ginny that way!”
The man wrestles her down the sidewalk.“You come to me when your heart is broken!”she yells.“You come to me and I’ll tell you it never fucking existed!”
