I was fast asleep when Jian burst into my room, shaking me awake."Zelda, Zelda, wake up. You have to see this."Groggy, I rubbed my eyes. "What? What's going on?""Come on, wake up! Someone is destroying your page, ruining you as an artist!" she said, her voice filled with urgency.I sat up, trying to process her words. "What do you mean?" I asked, still half asleep. I assumed she was talking about my design career and my dream of becoming a fashion designer."No," she said, frustration in her tone. "I'm talking about your page as Noelle, the composer and producer."My heart skipped a beat. I suddenly felt more awake, more alert. "What happened?""Look at this first," she said, grabbing her phone and pressing play on a video.It was Susan, singing my song—the one I had sold her for two million. It sounded beautiful, of course, but I knew the truth. I had written that song. I could hear the intelligence and effort she put into making it sound good, but it was still my work, my creatio
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