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Secretly, relief washed through him. Finally, his grandfather and father would lift the crushing weight of family legacy and Association responsibilities from his shoulders. With Carrie’s talent zing bright, he could pursue his own dreams, following Jenesis’s footsteps into freedom.

Unlike Arion’s carefree demeanor, the others—especially the Morrison n—were plunged into a maelstrom of conflicting emotions upon hearing those words.

Though Music Association members traditionally scorned the entertainment industry, anything reaching true excellence inevitablymanded respect.

Much like high society’s attitude toward celebrities—dismissing them as mere performers until someone captured a Best Actor award,pletely shifting perception. Simrly, while ordinary music might fall beneath their notice, Randell’s newest release had earned des from countless masters and critics as “a rare harmony of elegance and popr appeal.”

Creating technically brilliant, refined pieces wasn’t the challenge, nor was producing catchy,mercial tunes. The true artistryy in striking that delicate bnce—expressingplex musical theories through essible, emotionally resonant melodies that spoke to both critics and casual listeners.

One judge leaned forward, his curiosity palpable.

“Are you suggesting you’re theposer behind Randell—the meteoric sensation taking the music world by storm?”

Carrie nodded without a moment’s hesitation.

“Yes, that’s me,” she replied, her voice steady with quiet confidence.

“I never intended such a public revtion, particrly given my confidentiality agreement with thepany. But being used of giarism today?”

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She shook her head, a flicker of genuine disbelief crossing her features.

“What’s trulyughable is that my user is actually stealing my work. I’ve been wrestling with whether some people are simply too obtuse to recognize the original creator when they giarize, or if the bar for spreading malicious rumors has simply fallen so low. With zero evidence, someone can be branded a thief of creativity.”

Carrie had guarded this identity to avoid too much attention, but now that trouble had found her, revealing her secret seemed necessary.

Aliza, clinging stubbornly to her position, crossed her arms.

“Bold ims require bold proof,” she said, her voice dripping with skepticism.

“What evidence can you possibly offer that you’re Randell’s phantomposer? You mentioned a confidentiality agreement, which conveniently makes your ims impossible to verify. If thepany or Randell were to vouch for you, wouldn’t that vite your precious contract?”

With each word, Aliza’s satisfaction grew visibly. She thought herself terribly clever. Even if Carrie truly was Randell’sposer—an absurd notion—what difference would it make? Breaking entertainment industry contracts typically meant financial ruin.

Who would risk such penalties merely to defend someone else’s honor?

Aliza’s logic wasn’t entirely wed. Had Carrie glimpsed into her user’s thoughts, however, she might have exined that her coborators would willingly take such risks because she could create value for them that would far exceed any potential penalties.

Moreover, her rtionships with figures like Randell transcended mere transactions. Genuine friendship, not obligation, drove her creative coboration.

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