By Day Eight, Beautiful Things was no longer fighting for attention.
It was fighting for space.
That was the difference Alice kept repeating until every regional lead understood it. Attention had already been won in the first week. The song had broken into homes, charts, radios, comment sections, stores, viewing centers, and late-night conversations between people who had not expected to care. Space was harder. Space meant remaining in people's daily lives after the first shock had passed, while other artists entered the room with new hooks, new visuals, new fandoms, and label machines hungry to prove Dayo could bleed.
JD Records' command room had changed its rhythm.
