Chapter 223
Chapter 223:
“Picked up a bit of piano too. Why don’t I play something and you can tell me what you think?”
“Playing piano isn’t simple. What could you know, growing up in an orphanage?”
However, as soon as Janice started playing, Carman was taken aback.
Her playing was not just good—it was exceptional. The melody flowed smoothly, her technique was impeccable, and her transitions were fluid.
Carman felt like it had to be an illusion.
He had spent so much time learning piano, yet he was only average. How could someone raised in an orphanage be so talented?
“How was it, Carman?” Janice asked with a bright smile, as though looking for his approval.
“Just average,” he responded, trying to hide his surprise, but he didn’t dare to look her in the eye.
“Absolutely! I only know a little bit, nowhere near your level, Carman. Maybe I could learn from you sometime?” Janice asked, her smile genuine.
Her words, meant as a compliment, left Carman feeling uneasy. Was she being sincere, or was there a hint of mockery in her tone? And she wanted to learn piano from him? How ridiculous! Janice hadn’t grown up with the family and might have developed a sharp, perhaps unpleasant, edge.
Delilah was different—always supportive and straightforward.
But that piece Janice played earlier… Suddenly, inspiration struck Carman. The song he had been struggling to compose finally had a direction.
That day, he completed his first hit song.
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It didn’t take long for the song to explode online, catching the eye of Starshine Entertainment. Yvonne, their rep, reached out with a promising offer: to turn him into the next big original singer.
Carman really didn’t like Janice around. But why did she always come to his room when he was stuck on a new song? An interruption? Was it really an interruption?
Why did it seem that every time she “disturbed” him, he suddenly got a burst of inspiration and ended up churning out hit after hit?
Suddenly, a void opened in Carman’s heart, exposing truths he didn’t want to face. Every hit song he had ever composed was plagiarized from Janice.
It was only after hearing her play that he found inspiration— inspiration to copy her work.
As the privileged second son of the Edwards family, blessed with every advantage, he couldn’t bear the thought of being outshone by someone who had grown up in an orphanage. He had been lying to himself the whole time.
Carman emitted a hollow laugh, a sound tinged with bitterness. It dawned on him that he had been living a lie; he was the true plagiarist after all.
“Have you completely lost your senses?” Sierra’s brow furrowed in disapproval, her voice thick with reproach. “Face it, you’re beaten. Make your apology. And you too!”
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