As soon as Thelma opened the studio door, she ran into Phoenix, who looked her up and down and raised an eyebrow, “Did you go cheat on someone?”
Thelma: “??” She shot her a glare, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Having become familiar with each other, the two occasionally joked around.
Phoenix said matter-of-factly, “Aren’t you already married? Why do you look so lovestruck?”
Thelma instinctively touched her face. Was it… that obvious?
However, she didn’t want Phoenix to see her as a joke, so she lifted her chin and said, “Is it wrong to be lovestruck over my husband?”
Phoenix shrugged, noncommittal.
“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. There’s been a little issue with the new song release.”
Thelma immediately tensed up upon hearing this. “What issue?”
Phoenix replied, “Check the app.”
Thelma hurriedly took out her phone and opened the music app. To her surprise, “Snow Over the Cliff” had actually made it onto the new song chart.
However, the song was not sung by Mira, but by a singer named “Julie.”
“Julie?” Thelma furrowed her brows, instinctively repeating the name. She had a vague impression of it. She remembered that the last time she went out for African food with Sam Noah, they had run into Ava and a girl together. That girl was also a singer, and later, she overheard Ava talking about her in the bathroom.
But this singer had always been mediocre, and her stage name was indeed Julie, plus she was also with MK.
Thelma found it strange. She had submitted this piece to MK before, and the MK president, Jonathan Foxcroft, had expressed interest. However, Thelma personally went to MK to refuse the offer and took back her manuscript. Why would Julie, as an MK singer, dare to use this piece?
Thelma looked at the details; the lyrics, composition, and performance were all credited to Julie, while the arrangement was done by an English group she had never heard of. If Jonathan Foxcroft really wanted to steal her piece, he wouldn’t have written her a personal letter asking for a meeting.
So this manuscript should not have been given to the singer under Jonathan Foxcroft. Perhaps it was Julie who plagiarized it? After all, she had submitted it to MK, and it wasn’t impossible for an MK singer to come across it by chance.
Thelma checked the time; the song was released a day after theirs. They had released their song around ten o’clock, while this one was released at nine the next morning.
“Have you shown your song to anyone else?” Phoenix asked her.
“I submitted this piece to MK before, but I turned down the offer and didn’t sign a contract, so the rights are still with me.”
Phoenix was silent for a moment before succinctly concluding, “Your piece has been plagiarized.”
Thelma thought the same.
“I just received news that Julie will hold a new song release event at three this afternoon. Do you want to go check it out?”
Phoenix was considered an old hand in the music industry, so it wasn’t surprising that she had the news. Thelma’s expression darkened, “Of course.”
Phoenix told her the location of the release event, which was a bit far. It was already close to noon, and Thelma calculated the time; they could make it there just in time.
“I’ll go with you.” Just as she was about to set off, Mira came out of the recording studio and said.
Mira had changed her look; she was no longer in punk-style ancient costumes and non-mainstream attire. Her long hair was styled into big, wavy brown-red curls, and she wore a vanilla-colored dress with a faux fur coat, sporting only a light makeup.
No longer in smoky makeup with a nose ring, Mira looked stunning, and Thelma suddenly realized she had found a treasure. This girl not only had excellent singing skills but also had a great figure and looks, clearly born to be a star.
“Let’s go, it’s about time.” Phoenix reminded.
On the way, Thelma searched for news about “Snow Over the Cliff” on her phone. Although Julie wasn’t a huge star, she still had a certain level of recognition in the music industry. Once the song was released, people quickly found another song that was identical except for the arrangement, which was Mira’s “Snow Over the Cliff.”
Thelma scrolled through the comments on the song and grew angrier with each one.
“These little singers must be crazy to get famous; they actually copied my Julie’s new work!”
“Nothing much, I just wanted to come here and curse the plagiarism dog!”
“This is the first time I’ve seen someone plagiarize so blatantly; it’s truly eye-opening!”
Most of the comments were cursing the plagiarism, and Thelma found it ridiculous. Clearly, it was her song that had been copied, yet she was being cursed for plagiarism.
