The night of the first episode, Maya sat in her Brooklyn apartment, surrounded by Zora, Reggie, and the entire Concrete Roses team.
The intro played.
"Welcome to Concrete Roses: The Show—where real conversations happen."
There she was on-screen, leading a roundtable discussion with a panel of powerhouse women—CEOs, activists, artists—talking about success, struggle, and everything in between.
Twitter exploded.
@TheFemmeReport: FINALLY. A talk show that actually speaks to US. Maya Alvarez, we salute you!
@CultureDaily: Concrete Roses just changed the game.
Maya's phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: You're a force to be reckoned with. Don't let TV change you.
She frowned. "Who…?"
Zora peeked at the screen. "Ooh, mysterious."
Maya smirked but tucked it away for later. Right now, she was celebrating.
Because Concrete Roses had just made history.