Chapter 214
Chapter 214:
“RAIN is a legend, a symbol of everything we strive for. I won’t stand by and let anyone tarnish her legacy.”
“This is beyond outrageous! Janice is taking on the entire music industry.”
“I’ve compared both pieces again and again. Unless Janice is RAIN, which is ridiculous, this is obvious plagiarism.”
The idea of Janice being RAIN, the most enigmatic figure in the music world, was laughable to them. How could someone so mysterious, so untouchable, possibly be standing in this room?
As the hostility mounted, Yvonne and Carman exchanged a victorious glance, their plan to redirect the blame successfully in motion. But just as their triumph settled in, a soft chuckle broke the tension.
Janice let out a quiet sigh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “What if I told you I am RAIN?”
Her words landed like a thunderclap, plunging the room into stunned silence.
“Impossible!” The word exploded from Carman’s lips, his face contorted with unbridled fury. “How could a worthless nobody like you be RAIN? Since RAIN is known for being mysterious and avoiding the spotlight, you thought you could just slip into her identity, didn’t you?”
A cruel smile played across his lips as he savored his own perceived cleverness. “Janice, your behavior is truly disgusting. But impersonating RAIN, of all people? You’re practically begging for consequences.”
His words sparked a wildfire through the crowd, and soon a chorus of accusations engulfed Janice.
“She must be completely deranged to pretend to be RAIN! And the way she carried herself so confidently… I almost fell for her act.”
“Everyone knows RAIN is Carman’s idol. His work is filled with tributes to her. No wonder he’s livid.”
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“If you’re really RAIN, where’s your proof?”
The atmosphere grew thick with contempt as the crowd’s collective gaze bore into Janice.
To them, RAIN was more than just a name; she was a legend, an untouchable icon that no ordinary person could dare to emulate. Yet amidst the storm of scorn, Janice stood unwavering, a portrait of serenity. To her, their reactions were nothing more than a passing amusement.
After all, people had a peculiar way of clinging to their chosen beliefs.
“Nothing to say for yourself, Janice?” Carman pressed, her silence only reinforcing his conviction. “You, a disgraced exile from the Edwards family, think you could pass as RAIN? It’s beyond delusional. RAIN isn’t just precious to countless others; she was my first true mentor in music.”
As the last words left his lips, Carman’s eyes grew distant, lost in the corridors of memory.
He saw himself back in high school, a timid soul who shrank from the world around him.
Though born as the Edwards family’s second son, a position that should have commanded respect, Carman’s timid nature made him an easy target.
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