Page 46 of Spark

RUBY

“ W elcome to Mentor Day!” Sunshine bellows into the camera directly in front of her, her oddly perfect veneers on full display. And, of course, the hyped-up studio audience behind the judges’ table, along with all three judges and their guest mentors, applaud and cheer.

I flash a look at Laila sitting next to me that says, “I can’t believe this is happening!

” and she winks and beams me a huge smile in reply.

This is old hat for her by now. It’s her third season as a judge, and she’s done all sorts of other TV appearances, too.

But I’m freaking out like the newbie I am.

Not to mention, I’ve been a fan of this show since middle school.

And now I’m on it? And with three of my closest friends?

It’s beyond a dream come true: it’s a fairytale come to life.

“After all the jockeying, negotiating, and conniving our three judges did on Draft Day,” Sunshine says, “each of them has now assembled a stellar team that’s ready for battle.

But before the judges send them off to compete, they must coach and guide their team, with a little help from a trusted, talented advisor.

” Sunshine’s mega-watt smile broadens. “So, let’s meet the guest mentors! ”

The audience cheers and applauds their effusive response.

“But before we do that,” Sunshine adds, “let’s watch this video package.”

Laila and I exchange a snarky look. Sunshine Vaughn is a true master at drawing things out.

As the lights in the soundstage dim, I lean forward, hoping to exchange a quick look with Kendrick, but he’s looking at Savage, so his head is turned—and, unfortunately, it’s Cooper’s gaze that meets mine.

Quickly, I look at the screen, not wanting Cooper to think I’ve sought out his gaze, and I’m just in time to see the video begin.

We see Cooper first, his name appearing at the top of the screen as he struts around onstage, performing with his band.

I peek toward Kendrick again, figuring Cooper will be too enamored with himself to be looking anywhere but the screen; and my instincts are right.

Cooper’s staring at the screen, while Kendrick’s looking straight at me.

When our eyes lock, he flashes me a look of disdain that makes me chuckle. It’s like the man can read my mind.

When the audience gasps, I return to the video just in time to see Cooper being escorted out of Reed’s party, followed by rapid-fire visuals of “Don’t Call Me” hitting various milestones.

Number one on a big chart, huge streaming numbers on the biggest platform, etc.

Next, Cooper appears, smiling and winking at the camera in slow motion, dressed in the outfit he wore at the press conference, while a voice-over says, “Cooper Constantino of Alexa Play Music.”

I look at Laila and we both roll our eyes and cringe. Barf.

Thankfully, the next image on screen is a far more pleasant one: Kendrick Cook, as he masterfully plays his drums in a packed arena.

And then Kendrick looking gorgeous as he throws his head back and belly laughs at something Savage has said to him.

Kendrick as he holds up one of the many awards we received after “Hate Sex High” stormed onto the scene and changed all of our lives forever.

Kendrick as he strips off his shirt onstage at Reed’s party and makes me scream and throw up my hands in the audience.

And, finally, Kendrick wearing the clothes from the press conference, smiling in slow motion at the camera.

“Kendrick Cook of Fugitive Summer,” the voiceover says, and the live audience behind us goes far crazier for Kendrick’s introduction than they did for Cooper’s.

Laila pokes me, since I’m obviously coming up next, and I cover my eyes and peek through my fingers at the screen.

To begin with, we get everything I’d expect, based on how the first two video packages went.

There’s footage of me playing with my band.

Me acting silly with Laila. Me riding piggyback on Kendrick down a sidewalk in Europe somewhere.

When was this? They must have gotten that off Fugitive Summer’s social media account from years ago.

Oh, jeez. In the next rapid-fire clip, I’m kissing Cooper underneath a streetlamp.

Seriously? The footage is grainy and taken from a distance.

Something they took off the internet, obviously, from when Cooper joined me on tour.

Did I consent to them using footage of me like this?

Next up, there I am, kissing Kendrick at his birthday party in the now-viral video clip.

And then mugging with Cooper into a camera in personal footage, followed by him kissing my cheek.

Again, that was footage from during the tour.

But Cooper definitely shot that himself on his phone, which means he must have supplied that video.

Motherfucker. And finally, there I am, kissing a glistening, shirtless Kendrick in the middle of Reed’s packed party, followed by Cooper being escorted out by three men dressed in black, the order of the clips making it look like those two things—me kissing Kendrick and Cooper being ushered out—happened simultaneously .

“Such bullshit,” I whisper to Laila with a scowl, since I know for a fact our mics are off.

“ Smile ,” Laila whispers back through her own fake one, and I force myself to follow her lead.

Laila warned me the producers would pull some kind of fuckery today, and she was right.

But she also said the only thing to do is smile and not bat an eyelash, no matter what happens, and then speak up, as needed, the moment they turn on my microphone.

In conclusion, my video introduction ends the same way the other two did: I’m shown in the smoking-hot dress I wore at the press conference, beaming excitedly for the camera, blissfully unaware all prior footage would make me look like a two-timing hussy.

“Ruby Connolly of Fugitive Summer,” the voiceover says. And a second later, the lights in the soundstage come back up.

“Wow, wow, wow!” Sunshine says, as the audience claps. “We’ve got three talented guest mentors joining us today.” She side-eyes the camera. “And they bring with them a bit of drama, wouldn’t you say? Oh my!” She giggles and flings her arm toward Cooper. “It’s Cooper Constantino, everyone!”

The audience roars, and Cooper waves and makes prayer hands, pretending to be humble.

Banter ensues between Cooper and the host, during which I dare to peek at Kendrick again. When his eyes meet mine, he shoots me a look that says, “Don’t even sweat it.” And that’s all I need—that tiny bit of support from Kendrick—to let that stupid video package roll off my back.

After laughing at something Cooper said, Sunshine says, “A little birdy told me you’ll be performing your number one hit, ‘Don’t Call Me,’ during the finale. Yes?”

“Yep. We can’t wait.”

The crowd roars its approval.

“And will you be serenading anyone in particular?” Sunshine asks. She puts up one palm vertically and points at me behind it with a comical expression on her face, while stage-whispering, “Another guest mentor, perhaps?”

The audience explodes with laughter and cheers, and Laila covertly takes my hand underneath the table and squeezes it.

“It’s possible,” Cooper says coyly, and the audience chuckles. But when he glances over at me, pointedly , the audience explodes, like they’ve been hit with a nuclear bomb.

“Fabulous. Can’t wait for that.” She turns to Kendrick next and smiles at the man like he’s currently camped out between her legs, licking her pussy.

“Mr. Kendrick Cook,” Sunshine purrs. “Welcome back to the show, you gorgeous, talented, hunk of a shirtless man.”

The crowd erupts with catcalls, laughter, and applause. That’s the culture on this show—the audience is encouraged to be boisterous and reactive. The bigger the reaction, the better.

“You’ve been causing quite a stir on the internet lately, sir,” Sunshine continues. “What do you have to say for yourself about all that, young man?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sunshine.”

Again, the audience loses their shit. And just this fast, it’s clear Kendrick’s won the battle for the audience’s heart over Cooper.

Cooper might have the number-one song in the world right now—the pop-culture phenomenon everyone is talking about.

But it’s Kendrick Cook they’d rather sleep with, given the chance.

Kendrick Cook they’d pick to be their boyfriend, over Cooper, the same way I supposedly did, based on that video package.

And you know what? I can’t blame them for falling head over heels in love with him.

Especially in this moment, with Cooper sitting a few seats down from Kendrick, the impulse to compare and contrast is a deeply human one—and there’s truly no contest. Even when he’s smiling and trying to be charming, Cooper’s underbelly is coated with anger and caustic energy, while everything about Kendrick feels warm and authentic.

Confident, safe, and strong. Kendrick is a warm, crackling fireplace on a snowy day, while Cooper is the hipster, edgy T-shirt with holes in it you stupidly wore outside during a blizzard because you thought the slogan on it was cool.

As she did with the first two judge-mentor pairings, Sunshine engages Savage and Kendrick in some light banter about their team’s chances, and how they plan to guide them to victory.

And through the exchange, both men radiate so much swagger and confidence, I’m equal parts impressed and scared by them.

Truly, two mortal men shouldn’t have that much charm.

God only knows what they could do with it if they decided to use it for evil.

“Thank you, guys,” Sunshine says to Savage and Kendrick, signaling she’s now moving on to Laila and me. But Kendrick has another idea.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he says. “Real quick. I just want to say that video package of Ruby was misleading. She never dated me during her brief, so-called relationship with Cooper. The video made it look like that, but that’s not the way it happened at all.

Not even close. Just thought I’d mention that, in case anyone got the wrong impression. ”

Laila looks down to hide her smile, but I can’t hide mine.

True, his comment confirmed I had a relationship with Cooper, which means I’ve got to be Ruby Tuesday.

But at this point, that cat’s completely out of the bag.

No turning back. And since that’s the situation now, then I’m elated Kendrick came to my defense.

“Good to know,” Sunshine says brightly. But that’s all she’s willing to say before turning to me with a wide, sparkling smile.

“Hello, Ruby! Ruby Tuesday ?” She giggles.

“We’re thrilled to have you here, either way.

Sorry if it’s uncomfortable to be here with your ex and your boyfriend.

I mean, if rumors about a certain song are to believe, it seems there’s some bad blood between the three of you. ”

“There’s no bad blood on my end,” I say evenly. “And not on Kendrick’s, either, I don’t think.”

“None here,” Kendrick confirms, and the audience applauds and nods and makes it clear they think he’s the better man.

I flash Kendrick a huge smile. “I think things turned out for the best. I’m nothing but happy.”

“Good for you. How wonderful.”

I let my eyes drift to Cooper. “You know what they say is the opposite of love? It’s not hate. It’s indifference. And that’s what I feel about a certain very brief relationship I had once. Honestly, it’s like it never even happened.”

The place explodes with a cacophony of human sounds, including discernible laughter, hissing, boos, and cheers.

Based on the ruckus, at least some of the audience is rooting for Cooper.

Or at least, they feel sorry for his poor, jilted heart.

Would they pick Kendrick, too? Hell yes.

But that doesn’t mean they don’t want Cooper to find love, too.

Also, based on that smattering of boos, at least some of them are enthusiastically villainizing me for breaking poor Cooper’s heart.

Sunshine engages Laila and me in a discussion about our strategy with our team. And when that short conversation ends, we launch into some planned smack-talk with the other teams.

“Get ready to go down, Adrian ,” Laila calls out, much to everyone’s delight.

“Fitzy,” Savage deadpans in reply. “We’re at work. We’ve got a job to do. Now’s not the time to bark sexual orders at me, babe.”

The audience roars at that, like they always do when their two favorite judges, Mr. and Mrs. Adrian Savage, grace them with one of their patented viral moments.

Honestly, I’m laughing as hard as the audience.

Savage and Laila make more money in one season of this show than I’ll ever see in my lifetime.

But they earn every penny, thanks to moments like that.

After a bit, just as the smack-talking segment feels like it’s ending, Sunshine presses her finger into her ear, like she’s being told something in her earpiece.

“Ruby, before I let everyone go to start working with their teams, can you tell us something about the brand-new song your band, Fugitive Summer, will debut for us during the finale?”

Shit. We haven’t written the song yet, so I don’t know the answer to the question. Even if I did, however, I wouldn’t answer it. Also, why is she asking me this question, when she’s got the lead singer of Fugitive Summer sitting right in front of her?

“Sorry, Sunshine,” I say brightly. “That’s top secret.

You’ll have to wait and watch the performance in the finale, along with everyone else.

The only thing I can tell you now is it’s a brand-new song we wrote very recently, and we’re performing right after Cooper and his band, so you won’t want to miss it. ”

“Ooooh,” Sunshine coos. “How exciting! And what interesting timing. I can’t wait to see that.” She returns to the camera in front of her. “And now, let’s watch each judge–mentor duo meeting with their teams!”

“Cut!” the director yells after Sunshine has been frozen in place for several beats.

“Nice work, everyone,” he calls out. “Let’s shoot Savage and Kendrick meeting their team first. After that, we’ll take Jon and Cooper, and then Laila and Ruby.

” He waves to the audience. “Thank you, everyone. You’re the best.” He makes prayer hands and bows.

“We couldn’t do this without you. We love you.

Now, please, listen to security’s instructions as you’re escorted out of the building. ”