Chapter Four
Portland Pathfinders star quarterback Cash Curran spotted leaving home of Lyric Adair’s publicist hours after game against
the Chargers
by Avery Michaels
The Santa Ana winds are blowing, but is love in the air for America’s favorite pop star?
A source exclusively told Notoriety Magazine that Curran was spotted leaving the Hollywood Hills home of the pop superstar’s illustrious publicist, Rosaline Sinclair,
hours after the Portland Pathfinders cinched a 27–19 victory over the Los Angeles Chargers at SoFi Stadium. This was the team’s
fourth win and overall game of the season.
According to the insider, Curran was seen leaving in a black Range Rover that took him and an unknown woman back to the Pathfinders’
hotel, arriving shortly after one in the morning.
This comes less than two weeks after Cash Curran tweeted, publicly propositioning the pop star.
Cash Curran @cashcurran · 8/28
@lyricadair
Are you a Hail Mary? Because you seem like a long shot, but I’m willing to take a chance. ????
Okay, Romeo, we see you! We can only imagine Adair’s answer was a resounding yes given Friday’s rendezvous. Only time will
tell if this is a fling or if the romance is real, but we can’t imagine Lyric’s formidable friend and publicist would open
her home to just anyone.
Rosaline Sinclair, the PR mastermind behind Adair’s success for the last eight years since the star became emancipated at
sixteen and switched management, is well known for being a cutthroat advocate for the star.
“I wouldn’t want to cross her,” a source who spoke on the condition of anonymity said. “Rosaline Sinclair is f——king scary.
She could snap her fingers and Thanos your career out of existence.”
Santa Ana, Adair’s sixth studio album, releases in a month and after two years without a new album, fans are feral to know how the
star really feels about her relationship and subsequent split from the Domestic Noir Plot drummer Ansel Daily. If her tryst
with NFL’s most eligible bachelor is anything to read into, Adair is definitely ready to move on.
The quarterback split from his model girlfriend, Ashley Tibbey, in January of this year. The pair were together for just over
six months. More recently, Curran made waves in June when he released a statement on his Instagram account, coming out as
bisexual. He was met with resounding support from the Portland Pathfinders and the NFL, both of whom matched his generous
donation to The Trevor Project.
Curran, known as much for his fearless fashion statements as his brazen moves on the field, rocked a bright pink-and-purple-patterned silk Gucci button-up with white, double pleated AMIRI trousers.
He flexed his sneaker game in a highly coveted pair of SB Dunk Low x Ben what harm could come from being forthright with her feelings?
“You heard me.” Poppy punted a stray football out of her path, pacing the length of the gym. “I get that you’re frustrated.
I am too. But you don’t get to be mad at me for something outside of my control and you definitely don’t get to blame me for it.”
“You’re frustrated?” Rosaline scoffed. “In a single article, your client was praised for his prowess on the field, applauded for his
daring fashion choices, and exalted for his philanthropy. The writer’s lips were so firmly affixed to Curran’s ass that a
crowbar couldn’t pry them free. And you’re frustrated?”
It wasn’t about what the article said, it was that the article existed at all. That they had been followed, that some creep
had been hiding out across the street, lurking in the dark, surveilling them, waiting to snap a photo, to invade Cash’s privacy
and blast his personal business all over the internet. That’s what pissed her off. “Cash deserved a say in how and when this got out too.”
“And Lyric deserved better than having her upcoming album release reduced to relationship fodder in some rag sheet. Again,” Rosaline grumbled.
“This is what I was worried about. This is what I wanted to avoid.
Her new single debuted at the top of the Billboard Hot 100 with sixty million streams, fourteen thousand digital downloads sold, and an airplay audience of thirty-three million,
but did the article mention any of that? Of course not. Why would they laud her for her accomplishments when they could speculate
on her love life instead?”
No one was suggesting Lyric deserved to have a major career moment undermined. She and Cash both deserved better. None of
this was right and none of it was fair, but treating it like a competition for the shorter end of the stick was going to get
them nowhere. “This sucks.”
“You can say that again.”
Poppy slid down the wall until her butt hit the rubber mat covering the concrete floor. It wasn’t even noon, and she was ready
to crawl back under the covers and call it a day. “What are we going to do? I mean, what’s our plan now that people know?”
“You know, I was thinking we’d hard launch with a billboard on Hollywood and Highland.”
“Okay, let’s say we don’t do that. What are we actually going to do?”
“Pivot, Peterson. That’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to pivot. When’s the next Pathfinders’ home game?”
“It’s a bye week,” she said. “The game is next Sunday. Why?”
“Because.” Rosaline sighed, deeply aggrieved. “Lyric’s going to be there.”