“Are you one of Liam’s girls?” She asked me angrily.
“No, this is his bandmate, Imogen Collins,” I replied calmly, although I was irritated by her accusation.
“Tell him I saw the photos online. Tell him it’s over between us!” She hung up the phone.
 I froze. 
Who was it?” Dianne asked me in a worried manner. “What happened to you?”
“It seems that the one who called was the girlfriend of Liam,” I answered still in shock. “She is so mad. She even thought and accused me of being one of his girls.”
Dianne shook her head. “That’s crazy. She’s crazy!” She continued watching the soap opera as if nothing happened. Her mood changed drastically. It seemed that this situation didn’t affect her. Now she was calm.
“I’ll just check my social media.” I told Dianne since she was focused on the TV. Upon checking the social media, the picture of Liam with the gorgeous ladies in the rugby stadium was all over my newsfeed. 
“Oh no,” I uttered. I was worried by the situation. I read the comments. Liam was cancelled by young female fans saying that he was a cheater. But the older female fans were happy that he was presumably single again. They said things like: 
“I’m next!”
“Girl, wait in line!”
“We all get our turns!” 
I got the fascination, though. Liam was the most handsome and charismatic member in our band and he knew it to the point where he used his looks and charisma to his advantage. Call it handsomeness privilege, if you will. However, I never condoned cheating. I texted and called the guys, but they didn’t pick up the phone. I guess they were busy during their night out. Did this not worry them at all? Even my female friend and bandmate Dianne wasn’t bothered. What on earth was happening? 
I waited for hours for the guys to return. Dianne was asleep after watching a soap opera and three movies. A knock on the door. I opened the door. The guys came bearing gifts. They bought Dianne and I bags of chips and cans of soda. But I didn’t care for those.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” I chided them. “It’s now 4 in the morning!”
“Yeah, we know,” Sebastian replied nonchalantly.
“Yeah, we know,” I copied him imitating his deep manly voice mocking him.
He and the guys just laughed. I asked them in a concerned voice. “Did you receive my messages?”
They replied with, “Yeah.”
“We received tons of them.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Noah told me as he gently tapped my cheek. “Liam will solve his own problem.” The guys left and return to their room. 
Two days later, we were back in Los Angeles. Liam said a million apologies so his girlfriend, Felicity. At first, she refused to accept his apologies and forgive him. But then he gifted her a luxury bag, an expensive car, and an extravagant and limited edition white and gold and resplendent necklace. All was forgiven as if cheating wasn’t serious. Even our manager didn’t give a damn about the situation. He said that it was something personal that Liam could handle and the latter handled it rather really well. My bandmates informed me that Jimmy himself was unfaithful too and he currently had a fifth wife and his four divorces was the result of his unfaithfulness before. I simply rolled my eyes. 
I was alone in my bedroom in my house. I still lived in Los Angeles. I wanted to be close to my parents’ house. So when I missed them, I would visit them. It was a rainy Sunday afternoon. I just finished cleaning my house, and washing and ironing my clothes. I read two novels within four hours. I was not finished with them yet. I read my books slowly. I enjoyed books that way. I played some video games in the old consoles I had as a child. This reminded me of playing video games with my brother. He was a good gamer and so was I. We alternately beat each other in the games.  
There was nothing left to do. So I scrolled through all my social media and the rest of the internet. I came across a mukbang video on V-Mube. A mukbang was a video in which a person ate and drank loads of food and beverages for everyone to see. The purpose of this video was many. It entertained people and introduced them to new and delicious foods and drinks. It also gave comfort to those who was craving for certain foods and drinks and who couldn’t afford those eaten and drank by the person. 
I watched the mukbang video. The one who was doing the mukbang was a gorgeous East Asian woman about my age, with shiny black hair, fair skin, and a slender figure. She ate numerous seafood and desserts, and drank only glasses of sweet iced tea to washed them all down.
“How was she so thin?” I wondered loudly. My wild guess was genetics. 
After watching her video for two hours, I was inspired to make my own. So I ordered heaps of food and three cans of diet soda. When I received my orders, I went to my dining room. I set up my ring light, put my phone on the tripod on my table, pushed the record button on my phone.
I ate fried chicken, chicken parmesan, meat loaf, deep fried pork chops, carbonara, spaghetti drenched in tomato sauce and meat balls, tacos, fish tacos, garlic butter shrimp, baked salmon, leche flan, tiramisu cake, mango graham cake, strawberry cake, and red velvet cupcakes. I talked to my audience and described the taste of every food I finished. I was 24 and I knew I could handle all these foods and beverages. I handled them all well. However, I admit that I was stuffed. So I ended my first mukbang video by saying goodbye to my followers. I pushed the stop button. I watched my video. It was a live video. My followers commented on the video. They said they loved watching me indulge in delectable and excellent food and they would love to see more of those mukbang videos. I promised them that I would record more of my mukbang videos for variety, for when I was not making music with my bandmates. They also said that I looked good and I thanked them for complimenting me.