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Yvette removed her headphones and turned to us, her face briinming with anticipation.
Byron, however, simply stretched his long legs out lazily in his chair.
“Done?” he asked casually.
Yvette nodded nervously, biting her lip. “Did I not do well?”
Crossing his arms, Byron replied bluntly, “Honestly? It was pretty bad.”
The harsh critique visibly stunned Yvette, her expression faltering.
“You’ve got raw talent, but your technique is weak, your lyrics are amateurish, and your delivery was off,” Byron listed, counting each flaw on his fingers.
Yvette’s hopeful expression crumpled. She twisted the hem of her shirt, her gaze dropping to the floor.
“It’s okay, you’ll improve,” I reassured her with a smile.
Catching Byron’s subtle nod of approval, I immediately arranged for him to give Yvette an intensive week- long training session.
Yvette proved exceptionally dedicated. Her natural musicality shone through–every technique Byron demonstrated, she absorbed instantly and applied flawlessly.
By week’s end, her vocals had transformed: richer, more controlled, and brimming with charisma.
Pleased with her progress, I decided to sign her officially.
With Byron’s guidance, the rookie Yvette completed her debut album. Under my direction, we launched it across the entire Werewolf Continent.
On release day, we gathered at the office, anxiously monitoring streaming numbers on our phones.
Yvette especially couldn’t tear her eyes from the live comments.
“Relax,” Byron said, trying to comfort her. “It’s too early for reactions, and this is your first album anyway-
Suddenly, Yvette’s phone exploded with notifications–flooded with album reviews.
Byron blinked. “That’s unusually fast engagement.”
Hands trembling, Yvette opened the comments–only for her face to pale instantly.
Concerned, I took her phone and immediately understood why.
“Claiming original work when you stole it? Shameless.”
“Who approved the “original” tag for this copycat?”
The vitriol made Yvette’s eyes redden. She covered her face, unable to keep reading.
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Frowning, I checked Twitter–where “#Yvette PlagiarizesScott” already trended at #1.
Finished
I immediately ordered damage control, but the backlash only intensified, rocketing the scandal to the platform’s top spot.
As a Starplay artist, Yvette’s controversy drew media inquiries to our official accounts.
Watching the online storm, Yvette teared up in distress.
“Don’t panic yet,” I soothed her.
The timing was suspicious. Investigating, I played Scott’s new release–and froze. Apart from minor melodic differences, the lyrics matched Yvette’s exactly.
“I really wrote this myself,” Yvette choked out.
“I know. Let me handle this.”
Leaving Byron to monitor the situation, I began my investigation.
Reviewing company surveillance footage, I confirmed Yvette had indeed composed the lyrics entirely within our facilities–meaning the leak had to be an inside job.
Rage simmered in my chest. I’d been too lenient with staff for far too long.
After hours of scouring security tapes, I finally spotted the culprit: Effie Reagan, the Music Department supervisor, sneaking into the archives after hours.
The footage showed him glancing around furtively before photographing Yvette’s lyrics with his phone.
I stared in shock. There really was a traitor in our ranks, leaking company secrets.
I immediately saved the footage, my anger boiling over.
How dare they do something like this right under my nose!
I left the room and summoned our werewolf bodyguards to haul Effie to my office.
He protested violently the entire way, howling protests until the door shut behind him.
“Explain,” I demanded coldly, pointing to the damning footage.
“I–I don’t know anything!” he stammered. Only when I played the video and reached for my phone to call the police that he collapse to his knees.
“Okay, okay!” Effie looked regretful. “I just wanted to buy her songs cheap! But Scott’s team must have stolen the photos from me! By the time I realized they’d released it first, it was too late to stop them…
His voice dwindled to a whimper. With a disgusted snort, I had security drag him out.
The incident exposed alarming corruption within our ranks. I immediately ordered background checks on all department heads–but that was a problem for later.
Right now, I had more pressing matters.
During Effie’s interrogation, I’d recorded every word
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Now, I uploaded both the surveillance footage and his confession to Starplay’s official Twitter.
Within minutes, public opinion shifted dramatically in Yvette’s favor.
Scott, exposed as the true plagiarist, became the scandal’s new target.
79%
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In an industry where plagiarism was the ultimate sin, the controversy backfired spectacularly–catapulting Yvette to fame overnight.
Half her new listeners came for the drama, while the rest fell for her mesmerizing voice. Just like that, Yvette became an overnight sensation.
