"Pssh. The fans don't give a shit about Jamie." He didn't necessarily think this was true, either - there were always those weird mousy fangirls that liked shy, nerdy types - but Wild Eagle had too much ego to even consider it.

At Ryouta's comment he lazily reclaimed the tablet he'd discarded and scrolled through his hashtag. "Why bother? Y'know it's all gonna just be stuff about how awesome I am. '#wildeagle is a golden god of bass'. Mhm. True. '#wildeagle iz da best', seventy billion exclamation points. Nonspecific, but factual.

"See, they love me." He grinned languidly at his bandmate.