Hey, you used to work for Pisces Recording studios, right?
Sunlight poured in through my window, not yet high enough to shine across my laptop, open on my desk.
The sudden question broke through my concentration, throwing me back more than eight months to when I’d been employed by Pisces.
I rapidly blinked to clear the memories, bringing myself back into the present.
I replied, typing quickly.
Kaiya T
Yes. Why?
His response was a link to a tabloid article.
Resident hit-maker Trevor Kyle formally ends contract with industry behemoth, Pisces.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, briefly scanning the article. It didn’t go into a lot of detail. The majority of it was emphasising the years-long relationship with the studio, the vast number of big-name artists he’d worked with, and the record-breaking tracks he was credited for.
What it did linger over, however, was that the studio had broken ties with him in March, so why was this information only coming to light now, in July? More importantly, it asked the question: where was he now?
James M
Perhaps this is something we can look into? Can I leave it with you?
I laughed, nervously before I hit ‘reply’.
Kaiya T
Investigative journalism is a bit out of my wheelhouse.
James M
It was a joke, kid. I’ll put it in a throwaway. Our readers don’t give a shit about what goes on behind the curtain.
I breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back in my chair.
Becka and I had spoken about TK a handful of times since he’d been formally removed from Pisces in March. Honestly, he’d sort of slipped from my mind, because good riddance.
Becka was still adamant he hadn’t leaked the footage of Jihoon and I, reasoning very simply: why would he have done it? As much as I hated to admit it, I had come to agree. He had turned the cameras on, but that was very different from taking the footage and doing anything with it.
It was a universally agreed upon fact that that Trevor ‘Grabby Hands’ Kyle was a grade-A asshole, but he wasn’t a stupid asshole. Leaking the footage outside of Pisces would have had zero benefit for him.
He’d had his ‘gotcha’ moment. He’d filmed us, cost me my job, and effectively chased me out of the country.
But that begged the question: If it wasn’t TK who’d leaked the footage, who had?
I sent a message to Becka, forwarding her the link, but I didn’t hear back from her for hours, not until I was settling down for the evening.
I decided to video call her, knowing that she’d already be at her desk from where she worked from home.
“Hey babes!”
Becka waved at me, looking as put together at her small desk in the living room, as she did in the Pisces admin office. But I knew she was probably hiding her pyjamas and fluffy slippers under the desk.
“Hey, are you busy?” I asked, checking the clock widget on my desktop to see it was only noon in LA.
Becka snorted. “There’s only so many times I can repost memes during the work day, so, no. Not busy..”
