It was a big night for singer Miley Cyrus last night as she took home her first ever Grammy Award.
However, this morning it wasn’t just Miley’s success that was being talked about online, but also the worrying idea that she may have been in danger.
Why? Well, some eagle-eyed speculators online have suggested that they saw “odd behavior” from her bodyguard which might imply that he was anticipating a threat of some kind.
Now, we feel it necessary at this point to make it clear that there is no evidence that Cyrus was in any danger, beyond what people are claiming to have seen in a video doing the rounds online.
Nevertheless, said clip has garnered so much attention that it just won’t do to ignore it. So, here goes.
The video in question comes from the red carpet at the 2024 Grammy Awards, which took place last night (February 4) and saw a number of musicians – like, a lot of them – win awards for their work over the past year.
The evening saw Taylor Swift win her fourth Album of the Year award, and featured a surprise appearance from Celine Dion as a presenter. Miley Cyrus also won her first ever Grammy, but it’s arguably a video trending on X that has become the most talked about point of the night where the 31-year-old is concerned.
As mentioned, footage of Cyrus on the event’s red carpet has gone viral. The clip, which shows the Wrecking Ball singer walking beside her bodyguard, who is carrying an umbrella, is only eight seconds long, but has already wracked up a mind-boggling 32 million views.
At first glance there isn’t much of anything to spot in the video – anything out of the ordinary, in any case – but take one look at what people are saying on X and you’ll be brought up to speed.
“Fake arm holding umbrella. So arm is under coat presumably with a weapon. Completely unnecessary at the Grammy Awards. This bodyguard is a clown. But in serious environments the fake arm is a common tactic,” one person commented.
“Auto firearm dressed as an umbrella?” another speculated.
“Pay close attention to Miley Cyrus’s bodyguard in this video at the Grammys all is not as it seems,” a third wrote.
A fourth added: “Did you catch the mysterious moves of Miley Cyrus‘s bodyguard at the Grammys There’s more to the story than meets the eye!“
Naturally there were others who took a less suspicious approach to the whole thing.
“It’s an umbrella weapon to rain lol! Not a gun,” one X user wrote.
Another added: “Miley Cyrus’s bodyguard is either carrying a gun disguised as an umbrella or is wearing a fake arm to disguise his real arm, again for security reasons. Bla, bla, bla. People are going nuts. It was raining. It’s an umbrella.“
“Tha narrative of a fake arm sounds good but let’s be realistic, it’s Miley Cyrus at the Grammies. This isn’t some world leader and I’m literally staring at his live hand holding an umbrella. It’s his juts him walking like he’s on a runway,” a third said.
What do you think? Have you had a look at the footage? Let us know.
My Husband Refuses to Help with Our Crying Baby at Night, Puts on Headphones & Listens to Calming Music – I Taught Him a Lesson
Scarlett is at her wit’s end, balancing a demanding career and a teething baby while her husband, Dave, sleeps peacefully with noise-canceling headphones. When he dismisses her pleas for help, Scarlett hatches a cunning plan to make him experience her sleepless nights.
I need to vent about something.
My name’s Scarlett, and I’ve been married to Dave for 25 years. We’ve got three kids: a 12-year-old soccer fanatic, an 8-year-old aspiring astronaut, and our newest addition, Lily, who’s six months old.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids to bits, but balancing a demanding career and raising these little humans is no joke.
Dave and I used to be this power couple. But lately, he’s been avoiding his share of nighttime baby duty.
Picture this: I’m pacing the room with a screaming, teething baby at 2 a.m., while he’s blissfully asleep, noise-canceling headphones on, listening to some darn calming ocean waves or whatever. It’s infuriating!
So, here’s the setup. It was one of those nights. Lily was teething and inconsolable. I’d tried everything—rocking, feeding, singing lullabies. Nothing worked. Exhausted and at my wits’ end, I shook Dave awake.
“Dave, I need help. Lily’s been crying for hours,” I pleaded, my voice barely masking my frustration.
He groaned and pulled off his headphones. “Scarlett, I have to be up early. My job is demanding. Can’t you handle it?”
“Seriously, Dave?” I snapped, feeling the hot sting of tears in my eyes. “I’ve been handling it all night. I need some support here.”
He rolled his eyes and turned away. “I need my sleep. I can’t function at work if I’m exhausted.”
That was it. The tipping point. His words stung more than they should have. I felt like I was drowning, and he was just floating by, oblivious. Something had to change. I couldn’t keep feeling this undervalued and alone.
That’s when I hatched my plan.
I’m not proud of it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I decided to modify his precious headphones, planting a hidden speaker controlled by my phone. Yeah, it was sneaky, but I was desperate for him to understand my struggle.
I activated the speaker. The sound of a baby crying filled his headphones. He shot up, confused and irritated.
“Scarlett, did you hear that?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“Hear what?” I replied, feigning ignorance.
He shook his head and stumbled over to Lily’s crib.
“Dave, I think you’re just stressed,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Maybe you should help with Lily more often. It might help you sleep better.”
He stared at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“Yeah, maybe,” he muttered, but the doubt was there.
By the end of the week, Dave was a wreck.
He was snapping at the kids, his patience worn thin.
“Scarlett, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t take this anymore. I’m hearing things, and I’m exhausted.”
I bit my lip, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction.
“Dave, we need to talk,” I said, my voice steady but filled with the weight of the past few nights.
He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and weary. “What is it? Just tell me.”
One peaceful night, after a particularly calm evening with Lily finally asleep, we crawled into bed, both of us utterly exhausted. Dave pulled me close, his arm wrapped around me.
“Scarlett,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude, “thank you.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “Thank you, Dave,” I whispered back. “For being my partner.”
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