[Shawn Celebrity Dead Match Part 1]
Part 1 – “The Night Before the VMAs” “You take me places that tear up my reputation… manipulate my decisions… there’s nothing holdin’ me back.” I strummed the guitar in front of the mirror, letting my voice bounce off the walls of Sabrina’s apartment. I tilted my chin just right, watching how the light caught the angles of my face, the perfect jawline that made girls scream since 2015. Still had it. Still Shawn Mendes. Pop’s golden boy. And yet… I set the guitar down and glanced at the TV across the room. The chart glowed like a curse. Billboard Hot 100, updated. Ten slots across the top, every single one of them women. Taylor. Olivia. Doja. Ariana. Sabrina. My Sabrina, perched right there at #1, her smug little photo staring at me like she already knew she’d beaten me. Camila was #2, my ex. All women. All of them above me. I scrolled down and down until finally—there I was. Number fifty. Fifty! Shawn Mendes, global superstar, Grammy-nominated, arena-selling, Calvin Klein-model b...