Barely famous, you sure have a lot you’re going on about.
First things first, you love talking about being a “girls’ girl” –
Honey, look in the mirror and admit you love living in a man’s world.
Chartline Reviews — Hate You More
Cecelia Rowe — September 26
IsHate You Morethe best thing to come out of a celebrity clash in decades? Short answer: undoubtedly
Darcy Kincaid may have thrown the proverbial first stone in the song battle a few weeks ago, when she posted her now-viral clip in which she shades Juliet Jacobs. But then country sweetheart clapped back in a big way.
Both verses slap, but all of the credit in the world tothis womanthat stitched them together last week.
… is it just me or did Darcy and Juliet just unintentionally write the best duet of the year?
Chapter Six
For the firsttime in what felt like forever – but, realistically, was less than two months – Juliet felt a calm quiet in her mind.
Tranquility, that was the precise word.
She shut the door to her studio – the art studio, not the music studio, which was in the basement – with a quietclick, reveling in the moment of peace. The studio in her home was one of the only places she could guarantee a peaceful space for herself. Amidst the label and tours and critics and fans and every other voice in the world, this room was quiet.
Mostly because she’d banned herself from having her phone while in that specific room. Laura had helped her enforce that ban, specifically upon the release of her third album when all of the critiques had been rolling in. When they hadn’tstoppedrolling in.
Because Juliet had been drowning in them, and Laura had been absolutely correct in pushing her into having one place that was a phone-free-zone.
For the next ten days, she was on a break from touring. She’d pre-recorded her morning talk show appearance earlier today, and things were calm. She didn’t always turn toward visual arts when she was home, but right now she needed something otherthan music to work on. Today, she was painting. Tomorrow, she’d be spending the morning at the children’s hospital, which was one of the best ways to not only distract herself, but also to really give her some perspective.
She could really use some perspective and distraction.
Otherwise, she’d likely be tempted to write something about Darcy-fucking-Kincaid, her full-name now in Juliet’s mind.
But she’d promised Talia that she would bemindfulregarding Darcy, after she’d released her own social media post a few weeks ago without running it by Talia first.
Most of the time, Juliet did run her social media posts by Talia, because from the inception of her career, she’d wanted to keep all ten of her toes inside the correct boundaries. She had never before posted anything inciting or vitriolic, never fed into drama.
Which was probably why Talia had seemed so thrown by the last couple of months.
And she could get in line.
Julietwas thrown by herself, as well. She just…no onehad ever gotten under her skin the way Darcy did, so damn easily. Of course, there had been people she’d been annoyed by and people she’d been enraged by, and many people who fell somewhere between those two ends on that scale.
But those complaints were saved for ranting sessions with Laura – and occasionally Robbie – while tempered with a sugary-sweet smile in public.
Then again, none of those people swept in right as Juliet released a comeback album, knocking her feet out from under her while stealing her spotlight. None of those people wrote fucking songs about Juliet that went viral and werestilltrending, weeks later.
… in fairness, she’d never written a song about any of them, that then became stitched together and made into about a million mash-ups.
Truthfully, Talia was only lucky because Darcy hadn’t hit back. Yet, anyway.
Juliet barely blinked when she walked into the kitchen and saw that Laura was already here. Her assistant was one of very few people who had access to walk into her home at any time.
“If I’d known you’d be here, I would have suggested we do some fencing,” she shot Laura a glance as she leaned against the island opposite her.
Laura looked up from where she was tapping something out on her tablet. “Then you wouldn’t have been able to craft whatever work of art you were painting.”
