NovelXXXChapter 1050: Aliza's composition, on the other hand, stood apart. It was not flawless-there were minor blemishes scattered across the score-but its spirit was unmistakable. It carried a voice. Those imperfections seemed to fade in the face of its character, like scratches on a masterpiece that only added to its charm.
As the piece unfolded, the judges began nodding, subtle and measured at first. But within a few bars, swere already jotting down scores in the nineties, quietly moved by what they heard.
Among the crowd sat several young members of the Association. One leaned forward, brow furrowed, and whispered, "This sounds a lot like that new track Randell sang today." The comment sent a jolt through the listeners nearby. A murmur spread, swift and sharp.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Are you saying Aliza plagiarized him?" someone shot back, incredulous.
"No way she would be foolish enough to steal from a pop singer. That would not just be risky-it would be suicidal. The Association would shut her out without a second thought." The Association did not play games with plagiarism. Getting blacklisted would not just end her career-it would bring shto her entire family. In Isonridge, reputations crumbled fast.
The first speaker raised both hands quickly.
"No, no, I do not mean it like that. It is not plagiarism. It just... feels familiar. The style. Like it cfrom the shand." That remark landed heavier than an accusation. It stirred something else entirely. Was Aliza the composer behind Randell's latest hit? If that were true, then she was not just a promising musician-she was a phenomenon. She had the power to launch a singer to stardom with a single song. That kind of skill was rare, even among the Association's veteran masters.
Every chapter lives on g a Ino vels; comm A composition like that would not just impress the elite circles—it would spill beyond them. It would beca song sung on every street corner, something children and elders alike could hum without effort. And that kind of reach... that cfrom more than technical ability. It cfrom knowing people. Understanding the pulse of the crowd. A brilliant score filled with complicated layers might please scholars, but if it failed to connect, it would fade. Aliza had written something that did both-artistic and accessible.
The crowd grew restless. The youth in the hall were buzzing, every one of them familiar with Randell. Whispers turned to speculations. Eyes flicked between seats. Even the Morrisons, seated with dignified composure, could not hide their surprise.
Arion leaned closer, his voice low but filled with awe.
"I never imagined Randell's composer was Aliza." Jenesis, sitting beside him, gave a thoughtful nod as she glanced at the seat on her other side-still empty.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"As far as I know, Randell is Asher's relative," she said, half to herself.
Carrie had stepped out just moments before, missing Aliza's performance eptirely.
Reece's expression tightened. He said nothing, but his slight frown revealed enough. The comment had struck a nerve. Arion, never known for subtlety, scoffed.
"Asher is not playing nice. He is close to Carrie, and yet."
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