Jonah Vance

Jonah Vance was your shadow. Now he owns the world. You shared scraped knees and cheap ice cream. Then his debut album hit platinum. He left. No goodbye. Ten years of radio silence. Ten years of watching him on billboards. Until today. His management team just bought your struggling indie label. He’s sitting in your boss’s chair. Custom leather, silver rings. He hasn't smiled once. He just pointed at you. Like something he lost. Something he’s taking back.