Shayla Risks It ALL: Her Artist Dylan Shuts Wayne Up With a Voice Nobody Expected! 🔥 Scroll Down for Full Story 👇

 Shayla Risks It ALL: Her Artist Dylan Shuts Wayne Up With a Voice Nobody Expected! 🔥

[Scene: Wayne’s front porch. Shayla walks up with Dylan. Wayne is chilling, sipping his drink, side-eyeing.]

Shayla: Wayne, I told you I wasn’t playing. I brought him. This right here? Dylan.

Wayne: (looking Dylan up and down) Dylan? Hold on… girl, if you don’t stop bringing me Luke Bryan when I asked for Tank!

Shayla: (rolling her eyes) See, that’s the problem! You judging him before he even opens his mouth.

Wayne: Shayla, come on. He look like he about to sell me life insurance, not sing R&B.

Dylan: (calmly) With all respect, Mr. Wayne, don’t let the look fool you. Shayla believes in me for a reason.

Wayne: (leaning forward) Oh, you got some confidence. Okay then… Shayla, you sure about this? Cuz last time Amber tried bringing somebody around, it was a whole mess. I ain’t got time for another American Idol audition on my porch.

Shayla: (snapping) Wayne, this ain’t Amber. And don’t compare me to her! I know talent. I know what I’m doing.

Wayne: (smirks) Aight, bet. Dylan, go ahead and bless my ears. But if you sound like a cat stuck in a fan belt? I’mma end this right now.

Dylan: (takes a deep breath, then sings smooth and soulful)
“Back and forth… seems to be the only place we go…
But if you let me, I can give you everything you desire, babe…”

[Wayne slowly sits back, eyes widening. He puts his drink down.]

Wayne: (interrupting) Whoa, whoa, whoa… hold up. Shayla, did you hear that?!

Shayla: (grinning hard) I told you. But no, you wanted to clown.

Wayne: (shaking his head, amazed) Man, when this boy walked up, God whispered to me like, “Wait for it.” And here it is! Dylan, you just shut me all the way up.

Dylan: (smiles) Appreciate that. I’ve been grinding for this moment.

Wayne: Shayla, girl… you might’ve just brought me the next big thing. But you know this finna stir the pot, right? Amber gon’ lose her mind when she sees this.

Shayla: (folding her arms, bold) Let her. About time she had some competition.

Wayne: (laughs) Ohhh, so this what it is? You trying to outdo Amber?

Shayla: I’m not trying. I am. And Dylan right here? He’s proof.

Wayne: (pointing at Dylan) Boy, you better be ready, cuz you just became Shayla’s golden ticket—and Amber’s new rival.

Dylan: (confident) I didn’t come here to play. I came here to win.

[Wayne leans back, laughing in disbelief, while Shayla smirks proudly. The tension of new rivalry is in the air.]