A year later, my band and I were recording a new album called “Poisoned Elixir” in a recording studio. We had rehearsed for several months prior to today’s recording. On this day, I sang over the instrumental on a song called “Die, You Traitor!" I did it only on one take so my voice wouldn’t be damaged with the heavy screams. I also did some cleans, or in laymen’s terms, the singing parts. When I was done singing, Danielle messaged me on one of my social media accounts.
“Are you busy at the moment? "She asked me.
“No, I’m not,” I replied. Luckily, I finished part of the recording process for the day. Tomorrow and the rest of three months, I would help my band members with the editing and the production.
“Are you sure you aren’t busy? ”
“Yes, I am sure.”
“Great. Please visit me at my house in Lancaster.”
“Okay.”
She messaged me the address.
I said goodbye to my bandmates. I told them that I needed to visit my friend. I drove my car to Lancaster, particularly to Danielle’s house.
When I entered her house, I was greeted and kissed on the cheeks by Danielle, Ava, and Harper.
My friends from high school were here. I was glad.
“Thank you all for coming here,” Danielle told us.
She put bottles of wine and beers, some pastries, a roasted chicken and rice, and nuts on the table.
“Sorry if this was all I had,” Danielle apologized.
“Are you kidding us? "I exclaimed. “This is more than enough!”
“Yeah, it is,” Harper nodded in agreement.
“Oh, my God, these all look delicious! "Ava said happily. As usual, she got distracted easily.
“I hope you like it,” Danielle uttered. She sniffled. Then she shed tears.
We were worried, so we embraced her lovingly.
"Thanks; I will be okay,” she said in a morose voice.
“What happened? "I asked immediately.
“My boyfriend left me,” she answered as she continued crying.
“Oh, that is pretty sad,” Ava sympathized.
“It is indeed sad, but you will move on,” Harper concluded.
“Yeah, you will move on soon,” I agreed with Harper. “As far as we remember, you move on pretty easily.”
“This time is different,” Danielle confessed. “He replaced me with an ugly girl! "She almost yelled.
“Oh, honey, that is really bad! "Ava blurted out. She hastily slurped her iced coffee.
“Oh no, not the ugly one,” Harper tutted and shook her head in disappointment. She ate some nuts.
“Huh? What’s the difference between being replaced by an ugly girl or an attractive girl?" I asked as I creased my eyebrows in puzzlement.
Danielle stood up and walked like a model on a runway. “Babe, look at me. What do you see? "She asked me as she continued strutting.
"You,” I answered.
“Exactly! "She exclaimed. “I am a beautiful, confident, and intelligent woman. How dare he replace me with an unattractive woman? "She immediately sat on her chair and put her palm on her forehead. She was disappointed at me for not getting it immediately.
“Do you want me to tell you about the guy or the girl? "Danielle asked us.
“Tell us about the guy,” I replied. I offered her a tissue. She wiped her tears.
“His name is Reggie,” Danielle answered. “I met him on an online app. He is a runway model. We dated. We went to his fashion shows and other fashion shows. I was surrounded with wonderful colors and textures of fabrics, handsome and lean guys, attractive and thin ladies. There are times when he got jealous when I talked to handsome models, and I felt the same when he talked and laughed flirtatiously, if I might add, to beautiful but anorexic bitches.”
“I even thought, and I was scared of this, that he would replace me with a woman prettier than me who had a tinier waist than me. I even discreetly laughed when some of his ugly fans on the internet and in person would flirt with him. I told myself, “Once he meets and has a lovely time with a woman more attractive than me, I am done for.” So, I watched what I ate; every calorie was counted by me via a calorie app. I bought slutty clothes and wore them. But I was still replaced by that ugly wench.” She cried once again and wiped her tears with another napkin.
“Tell us about the ugly wench,” Ava suggested.
“Her name is Jane,” she revealed to us. “She is the owner of a restaurant where Reggie and I used to often eat. Jane is a fan of Reggie. She asked for his autograph and a photo with us. Of course, she included me so her betrayal wouldn’t be obvious. I caught her checking out Reggie very often when we were still together. Reggie smiled at her. "He was just being friendly towards her. He would never replace me with such an old hag.” But I was wrong.
Several months later, I noticed that Reggie rarely came home. And yes, we did live together. He always said he was busy with work. He even said that it’s better if I don’t go to fashion shows with him because I always get jealous. The runway shows have sexy themes, and according to him, it’s best if I stay home instead of go with him and watch him. I started to get suspicious. So when he was taking a shower, I secretly looked at his phone. Lo and behold, he had pictures kissing and being sweet towards Jane! I nearly vomited!”
“What does she look like? "Harper asked her.
“Let’s see,” Danielle recalled. “She is fat, has a thin beard that sweats all the time, and she has unruly, dandruff-infested hair that she never combs.”
“You’re joking,” Ava remarked.
“Oh, you want to see proof? Here! "Danielle brandished her phone to Ava. Danielle had pictures of both Reggie and Jane’s couple photos and their solo pictures.”
“Wow, your ex is hot,” Ava commented.
“And the girl is... not,” Harper cruelly stated. She pretended to be vomiting inside an invisible paper bag. We laughed at Harper’s silly reaction.
Everything Danielle said matched their descriptions. 
“I asked him if she was her sugar mommy. He came clean to me and answered, ‘No, I began dating her because she is nice, we have a lot in common, and she trusts me, unlike you.”
“Am I hideous? Am I boring? "Danielle asked us. We shook our head and said no.
We hugged her. I told her, “You’ll find someone new who will treat you like the queen that you are.”