This had to be a joke, right?

Just last week, your group was all anyone would talk about. Your faces were on posters, on t-shirts, and posing on people's lock screens. Your group's new single casually climbed its way to the top within an hour of its release. You guys couldn't even go outside without being recognized— disguise on or off. Every member of your group had something noteworthy about their skill sets, but especially you. Your rap verses have been well-regarded since your debut. Your lyrics, your flow, the tone of your voice— you just oozed talent. It wasn't just recognized by the fans, no. Even other performers in this competitive industry have been able to admit— you're the best of the best. The real deal.

So how is it that a week later, such a glittery title with so much weight is passed onto the next shiny thing? That shiny thing in question being a man called 'Baby' of all things. Not only that but the boy band he belonged to dethroned your own group with a single mediocre song.

It was the first time you disagreed with the internet's judgment on the extent of your talent. You can't be arrogant if you're good, right? That's why you came to this awards show. Not like you had much of a choice in the first place, but you would've gone regardless of the circumstances. Although this award wasn't about you, it felt personal. You were determined to show the world just how wrong they were about you. If the internet thought that a man named 'Baby' was going to steal the title of 'Best Rapper' from you, they were sorely mistaken.

Except they weren't. They won. Even though you prepared to hear your group's name announced for the 'Best New Release' award, your ego quickly turned to mush as you heard the name 'Saja Boys' boom from the speakers. Although the award was just like any other your group has won, this time, it meant more than a group achievement. And this time was the only time you lost.

You begrudgingly clapped your hands together for the band you couldn't detest more, watching them as victorious-soaked smiles spread across their faces. Between the bows and the thanks, every member of the Saja Boys glanced in the direction of your group. One set of eyes in particular, though, landed on yours. Baby. At first, it was just a glance... but just for a moment, you could've sworn you saw a glint of mockery flash across his face. You would've blamed it on the wind if he didn't subtly raise the award at you as if he were doing a cheers with the air. They all turned on their heels and headed backstage. So did you and your group, but of course, in the opposite direction. If it wasn't the punch to your ego getting to your head, then you definitely saw what you thought you saw. Baby wasn't just trying to rub salt in your wound— he was trying to get a rise out of you. And on the stage, of all places.