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Dear Meghan Trainor's Record Label: You Guys Are a Bunch of Skeevy Assholes

It was announced today that 21-year-old pop singer Meghan Trainor was canceling the remainder of her "MTrain Tour," which was supposed to run through September 13th, because she has suffered a second vocal cord hemorrhage.

Yes. A second.


This inevitable second hemorrhage occurred because when her first occurred, her record company gave her a resting period of FIVE DAYS.



Five days? The fuck is this, Epic Records? That is a young girl who considered herself a songwriter until last year when you said "Hey, you're gonna sing your own songs," and great, you gave her a record deal. But that girl therefore knows shit about vocal health. You know who I bet does know? The ENTs and vocal coaches you have daily interactions with, because you're a RECORD COMPANY. You're gonna tell me you thought FIVE. DAYS. was an adequate amount of time to rest when your singer's throat is bleeding?

Even this randomass website I pulled up off Google says minimum of one week. And that's not for a singer on a grueling concert tour who is going to be singing the exact same wrong way she was singing prior to the hemorrhage, and putting tremendous stress on her cords.

THE FUCK.

Epic Records is apparently run by the music business equivalent of the '80s Guy from Futurama.



Because why would you want to take long term care of your artist who trusts you implicitly because she doesn't know jack, when you could make a quick profit off her album/viral song and then make her do unwise back-to-back concert tours? That seems like a way better option. IF YOU'RE EVIL.




The decision to cancel the entire tour came because they couldn't fake being semi-caring if they made their singer go out and scream her lungs off for the next month while her cords keep bleeding. Maybe this will force them to give her time off, put her on vocal rest for a period longer than FIVE DAMN DAYS and invest in their singer/songwriter who's probably made them a ridiculous amount of money already.

FUCK YOU, EPIC RECORDS.

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