With a performance of the iconic Eagles song “Heartache Tonight,” the “The Voice” coaches—both new and old—opened Season 26, laying the groundwork for a thrilling new era and a highly anticipated debut.
The coaches this season of “The Voice” set the tone with a jaw-dropping performance that viewers won’t soon forget. Season 26 of the program is off to a roaring start. The coaches opened the season with a musical song in keeping with “The Voice” tradition, offering viewers a taste of what this dynamic new cast has in store.
The season already feels like a reinvention with an almost all-new coaching staff. Reba McEntire, who recently won Season 25, is back with newbies Michael Bublé and Snoop Dogg as well as seasoned Gwen Stefani.
And to start the celebration off right, they picked a rock classic by the Eagles, “Heartache Tonight,” to properly introduce themselves. The song was the ideal option for the coaches to show off their musical prowess. It was first released in 1979 as a part of the “The Long Run” album.
Snoop, looking dapper in a shiny black suit, strode from the audience and set the tone with his easygoing swagger. Then Bublé onto the stage, his crisp black tuxedo contrasting with his sweet, velvety vocals.
The chorus was given a vibrant twist by McEntire’s country voice, and Stefani, ever the pop queen, injected her trademark fun energy, making the combination an unforgettable moment. This performance served as more than just a premiere; rather, it made a statement: “The Voice” has entered a new age, and it’s bringing the heat.
Supporters React to Snoop Dogg’s “The Voice” Debut
Snoop’s much awaited coaching debut on “The Voice” has enthralled fans, who have been posting their thoughts on social media. Netizens are gushing over the iconic rapper, who is renowned for his easygoing style and easygoing demeanor, for trading his microphone for a judge’s chair.
With much enthusiasm, a fan said, “Snoop is holding his own. Though I wasn’t convinced he would make a good judge, I think he will.”
Snoop received acclaim not only for his performance but also for his stylish choices. “Love the jacket too,” a supporter commented.
Snoop’s flexibility, particularly his singing talents, surprised a lot of fans. A shocked commenter said, “I had no idea Snoop could sing!!!!!!” We’re acquainted as rappers.” As the praises continued coming in, one more admirer said, “Snoop has a fantastic voice. Very slick, exactly like him.”
Someone else expressed their excitement by saying, “I am SHOOKETH! Snoop provided some pretty amazing vocals for them.”
“Snoop’s singing voice was surprisingly good!” exclaimed other people. I thought he would rap.” “Well, Snoop surprised me too!” exclaimed a fan, expressing their excitement with the surprising talent. Who knew he had such a beautiful voice? Pleasant surprise.”
Naturally, there was also an abundance of affection for the musician himself: “I love me some Snoop! eager to watch his performance! Love Reba so much, too,” exclaimed someone.
Snoop has been building anticipation for his “The Voice” debut for months. Just four months prior to the 2024 Olympic Games in Paris, the rapper made an appearance on “The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon,” during which he expressed his excitement about serving as a coach for the show.
“If you know anything about me, you know I love all forms of music, so this is a great opportunity for me to show that I really understand music and, you know, be a real coach,” he stated to Fallon.
The renowned rapper also mentioned how excited he was to work with the other coaches and how willing he was to mentor artists. Snoop is causing a stir in season 26 not just for his mentoring but also for the presents he gives the competitors.
As a prize for his best musicians, he is giving out Death Row Records chains, an iconic homage to the hip-hop label he currently owns.
Jake Tankersley was one fortunate competitor who stole the show at the start of the season. After his amazing performance of Zach Bryan’s “Something in the Orange,” everyone turned over four chairs. He finally decided to appoint Snoop as his coach.
It’s already looking like one of the season’s most talked-about moments will be Snoop’s “The Voice” debut. Fans are excited for Snoop’s arrival because of his distinct coaching style, surprising singing abilities, and calm personality.
Gwen Stefani’s Outfit on ‘The Voice’ Has Fans Talking
Stefani is at the center of a fashion controversy, while Snoop is basking in the glory of his “The Voice” premiere.
Both admirers and detractors have weighed in on her ensemble on social media, with some not holding back their critical remarks.
“Why can Gwen never wear decent clothing?” a direct critic wrote. Is it a show for kids instead of only adults? It truly is repulsive. Someone else added age-related criticism, stating that Gwen was too old to be dressing like a teenager. It’s time to dress like a star with class, just like Reba did.
And someone else said, “Snoop and Reba are the best singing together,” in a backhanded compliment that quickly devolved into more shade. Gwen had to go dress like a sophisticated lady. Michael is doing well.
Not all fans were eager to attack Stefani, despite the negative feedback. Jumping to Stefani’s defense, one admirer said, “I think she has her own style and I think its beautiful,” showcasing her unabashed sense of flair.
Stefani has received criticism in the past for her daring fashion choices. Similar controversy arose from her attire during the July 19, 2024, Minnesota Yacht Club Music Festival, as many fans expressed strong thoughts about her audacious look.
Stefani was dressed in a ragged tartan suit that was pieced together from three mismatched plaids. She had on a black fishnet bodysuit underneath. Her distinctive deep red lipstick and black-and-white nails finished off the platinum blonde hairstyled in a high ponytail.
It’s interesting to note that Stefani previously wore same ensemble when she performed at The Theatre at Great Canadian Casino Resort Toronto in May of last year. Fans had varied feelings about her presence at the Minnesota event despite it being a rerun.
“The outfit is ridiculous, but when you have somebody her age trying to be 15, what do you expect?” asked one particularly outspoken reader. “Looks like rags got caught in the fishnet but she wore them anyway,” said another, echoing the idea.
Amidst the criticism, several praised Stefani’s audacious fashion sense. “Very current, love her look especially at her age,” wrote one fan. Wonderful .”
Another admirer complimented her sincerity, saying, “That’s her style. Well done for staying loyal to herself; trolls will always be trolls .”
Stefani’s style and social media presence have the ability to capture her following even in the face of public criticism. Stefani has not only reconciled with her fans on “The Voice” following her husband Blake Shelton’s resignation, but she has also once again been under the scrutiny of the fashion police.
Regardless of one’s feelings on her appearance, Stefani is unquestionably staying true to her style and marching to the beat of her own drum.
While My Friend Was on a Trip, I Discovered Her Husband Was Cheating and Plotting to Steal Her House, but She Turned on Me Instead — Story of the Day
When my best friend left town for a work trip, she asked me to watch her house. I agreed, not knowing I’d uncover her husband’s betrayal—and his secret plan to take everything from her. But when I told her the truth, she didn’t thank me. She accused me instead.
They said friends were the family you chose. I used to believe that with all my heart. Jessica had been my best friend since college, and even after all these years, we remained close.
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We’d laughed, cried, and shared almost everything. But my intuition had never screamed louder than the day I met Mark, Jessica’s husband. Something about him felt wrong.
Cold eyes with a warm smile. Like someone pretending to be kind but hiding something darker underneath. I didn’t like him then. And I liked him even less now.
One day, Jessica and I were sitting on her porch, like we had so many times before.
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The air was soft with late spring heat, warm but not heavy, and her cat, Taco, sprawled on the sunlit tiles like royalty, one paw twitching in a dream.
Jessica stirred honey into her tea, slow and quiet. Then she looked up at me with that guilty little smile I knew all too well—the kind she wore when she wanted something but didn’t want to ask.
“I need a favor,” Jessica said. Her voice was soft, like she already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming.
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I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. “What kind of favor?”
She avoided my eyes. “I’m flying to New York next week. Big marketing pitch. I’ll be gone five days.”
I waited. She still hadn’t asked anything real.
“Could you check in on the house?” she added. “Feed Taco, water the plants, maybe bring in the mail. Just keep it from looking empty.”
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I raised an eyebrow. “And your husband? What’s he doing while you’re gone?”
She looked down at her tea. “He said it’s not really his thing.”
I blinked. “What’s not his thing?”
“Taking care of the house. Feeding the cat. He said it’s not a man’s job.”
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I scoffed and shook my head. “So, he can close real estate deals and wear cufflinks before noon, but a can of cat food is too much?”
Her jaw tightened. “Mark’s just not domestic. That’s just how he is.”
I leaned forward. “Jess, I love you. You know that. But you’re doing it again.”
She frowned. “Doing what?”
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“You’re making excuses for him. Again. He doesn’t do much, but you keep defending him. Why?”
Her voice got louder. “You’ve never liked him. From day one. You always look for reasons to hate him.”
“I had reasons, Jess. I still do. My gut said no the moment I met him.”
She pointed a finger at me. “You’re alone, Lee. And that’s not his fault.”
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I flinched. That one hit hard, but I kept my voice steady. “You think I’m jealous? You think I want your life?”
She stood up and crossed her arms. “You never gave him a chance. You decided you didn’t like him before you even heard him speak.”
Before I could answer, the sliding door opened behind her. Mark walked out like he owned the world. Crisp polo. Perfect hair. Phone in hand, thumbs tapping.
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“What are we talking about?” he said. “Me again?”
“Just your refusal to feed the cat,” I said.
He gave that smug smile I hated. “I delegate where it makes sense. It’s called efficiency.”
I turned to Jessica. “He hasn’t looked up from that phone. Who’s he texting so much?”
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“It’s work,” she said. “He has a big client. Real estate.”
I stared at his screen. “Must be a very flirty deal.”
Jessica slammed her glass down. “Enough. If you’re going to keep insulting him, maybe you shouldn’t help.”
I sighed. “I said I’d do it, and I will. For you. Not for him.”
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Mark looked up. “Try not to rearrange the furniture.”
I smiled. “Wouldn’t want to upset your kingdom.”
But I was already planning to keep my eyes open.
It was late afternoon when I pulled into Jessica’s driveway. The sky looked strange—dark clouds rolled in slow, and the air felt still, like it was waiting for something bad to happen.
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I parked and walked up the steps. The back door key was warm in my hand. I unlocked it and stepped inside.
Taco was there right away, rubbing against my leg, purring loud like always. He had no idea what was going on.
I bent down and gave him a quick scratch behind the ears. “Hey, buddy,” I whispered. “Let’s get you some food.”
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I filled his bowl and poured some water, then walked around the kitchen. I checked the plants in the window and the mail on the counter. Everything looked normal. Too normal. That’s when I heard it.
Laughter.
A man’s voice—Mark. And then a woman’s laugh followed.
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I froze at the bottom of the stairs. My heart pounded. I moved slowly, quiet as I could. The bedroom door was open just a little. I stepped closer and peeked in.
Mark was on the bed. Half his shirt was unbuttoned. Next to him was a woman, wearing Jessica’s robe, sipping from her favorite glass like she owned the place.
“I told you it would work,” Mark said. He raised his glass and took a sip. “She signed it without reading. Didn’t even ask questions. Just trusted me like always.”
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The woman laughed. “Are you sure this gives you the house?”
Mark leaned back against the pillows. “Yes. Once I get it notarized on Friday, it’s done. She thinks it’s just boring bank papers. Something about refinancing. I made it sound simple.”
The woman looked around the room. “What about all her stuff? Clothes? Books?”
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He waved his hand. “We’ll throw out what we don’t want. Maybe sell a few things. I already packed some boxes. The rest is trash. The cat’s going too.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Wow. She’s going to be crushed.”
Mark smirked. “She won’t be. We’ll be long gone before she knows. I’ve been looking at condos in Miami. Pool, gym, all that. This place will be listed by the time she gets back.”
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I felt sick. I couldn’t listen anymore. My foot hit the edge of the stair. A soft creak.
Mark’s head turned. “Did you hear that?” he asked, voice sharp.
I didn’t wait. I ran. Down the stairs. Out the back door. Into my car. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone. I hit Jessica’s name.
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“Lee?” she answered. “What’s going on?”
“There’s a woman in your house. With Mark. I saw them. I heard everything. He tricked you into signing papers. He’s stealing your house.”
She didn’t answer right away.
Then she said, “You’re lying.”
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“I’m not. Jess, please believe me—”
“You’ve always hated him. You’ve been waiting for a reason to tear us apart. You’re jealous. And now you’re making up stories.”
“No, I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to protect you.”
Her voice turned cold. “Don’t call me again.”
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Click. The line went dead.
Later that evening, my doorbell rang. I opened it. Mark stood there. Calm. Hands in his pockets.
“She told me everything,” he said. “About your little story.”
I didn’t blink. “I’m not afraid of you.”
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He stepped closer. “You should be. Keep pushing, and someone’s going to get hurt.”
I knew Jessica wouldn’t believe me unless she saw everything with her own eyes. Words wouldn’t be enough.
Not even tears would move her. Jessica was too in love with him. Too loyal. Too proud.
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She wouldn’t walk away without something solid. Proof she could touch. Proof she couldn’t explain away.
That’s why I did something I hated—something that felt cold and cruel, but also right.
I downloaded a fake call app. I set it up to look like the hospital was calling her.
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The message said I had been in a car accident. It said I was in the emergency room and not waking up.
I knew it was wrong to scare her like that, but it was the only thing that would pull her back fast.
And it worked.
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Six hours later, there was a knock at my door. Jessica stood there, breathing hard. Her hair was messy. Her eyes were wide. She looked like she had run the whole way.
“Are you okay?” Jessica asked as she rushed inside. Her face was pale, and her breath came fast. She looked like she had been crying.
“I’m fine,” I said. “There was no accident. I’m not hurt. I made it up.”
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“You lied to me?” she shouted. Her voice shook. “What the hell, Lee? Why would you do that?”
“Because you wouldn’t listen,” I said. “You wouldn’t hear me. I had to bring you back. I needed you to see it for yourself.”
She stared at me, her eyes wide and full of pain. For a moment, I thought she might hit me. But then she took a deep breath and said, “Okay. Show me.”
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We drove to her house. Neither of us spoke. The silence felt heavy.
When we reached her block, I parked a few houses down. We got out and walked slowly. At her window, we stopped and looked inside.
Mark was on the couch with the same woman. They were kissing like they didn’t have a care in the world.
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Jessica didn’t speak. She took out her phone. Her hands shook, but she snapped photo after photo. Her jaw tightened.
“I want to go inside,” she said.
We walked to the door. It was unlocked.
Inside, everything was different. The scent of her favorite candle was gone.
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The hallway was cold and quiet. Black trash bags lined the wall. Boxes were stacked on top of each other.
Sharp words written across them: “JUNK,” “DONATE,” “TRASH.” Her life was being packed away like it meant nothing.
Jessica’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “Mark!”
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He turned around fast, eyes wide. “Jessica? What the hell are you doing here?”
She stepped forward. Her voice was loud. Her hands were tight fists at her sides. “What am I doing here? Are you serious? You liar! You cheat! You’re throwing away my life like it’s trash!”
The woman on the couch jumped up. She grabbed her purse and started moving toward the door. “I’ll just—”
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“Sit down!” Jessica snapped. “I’m not finished.”
Mark raised both hands. “Jess, wait. This isn’t what it looks like.”
She laughed, but it sounded sharp and cold. “Not what it looks like? You’re kissing another woman in my house! She’s wearing my robe. Drinking from my glass. You’re tossing my things in garbage bags. And you’re telling her my house is yours now?”
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Mark looked nervous. “You signed the papers. You didn’t even read them.”
“You tricked me,” Jessica said. Her voice was shaking now. “You told me it was for refinancing. You stood in front of me and lied.”
He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. They’re signed. It’s legal. It’s done. You just ruined everything.”
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Then he turned to me and pointed. “This is her fault. Lee. She’s been against me from the start. She poisoned your mind.”
Jessica took one step toward him. “No, Mark. You did this all by yourself. Lee told the truth. You think you can break me? You think you can take everything I own and leave me with nothing?”
She shook her head. “You’ll be left with nothing. Just your ego. And that won’t help you now.”
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Mark’s face twisted. “You’ll regret this.”
“No,” Jessica said. Her voice was calm now. “You will.”
She pointed at the door. “Get out. Both of you. I don’t want to see either of you in this house again.”
The woman ran out first. She didn’t look back. Mark stood there a second longer.
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His jaw was tight. His fists clenched. Then he turned and walked out. He slammed the door behind him.
Jessica didn’t move. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She just stood there. Still and quiet.
I looked at her. “You’re awfully calm.”
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She turned to me. “Because I already knew. I’ve felt it for a while. I knew he was cheating. I saw the strange paperwork. I just didn’t want to believe it. I needed proof.”
“You could’ve told me,” I said.
“I didn’t want it to feel fake,” she said. “I needed him to think I still trusted him. And I needed you to act normal. You did.”
I nodded. “So… you used me?”
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She shook her head. “No. I trusted you. Even when I acted like I didn’t. You stood by me.”
“I always will,” I said.
She gave me a small smile. Then she looked at the bags and boxes. “Let’s clean this up. I’ve got a life to rebuild.”
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