The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 362

Twenty minutes or so later, Leo strolled back into the house, a cassette tape in hand.

Mirabella glanced his way and, noticing his usual casual demeanor, called out, “Les, toks back.”

With a nonchalant hum, Leo lifted the tape for her to see. “Got a new track for you to check out It’s still rough around the edges, though.”

“Sure,” Mirabella said, setting aside her smartphone.

Leo ambled over to the stereo, slid the tape in, and hit play. A raw acapella version of a song filled the room. The sound was unpolished, stripped of studio magic, revealing the song’s bare

essence.

Mirabella listened intently, recognizing the melody and lyrics as almost identical to the version she had stumbled upon online.

stereo, Leo waited for the song to end before arching an eyebrow at his dice, his face brimming with cocky confidence. “What do

nodded, then after a brief pause, she added, “Play it

Leo obliged and pressed play once more. After another listen,

on the couch beside her. “Nope, just showed an early version to Collins and the guys in the band. You’re the first to hear the finished product

asked, “Do you musicians ever run into a

his sister. “Well, that depends. If someone else’s track inspires you, you might end up with a similar melody or vibe. But that’s just imitation on

and melody are exactly the

it’s a case of internal plagiarism or theft,” Leo replied, then squinted suspiciously at her. “Why

curious,” Mirabella said with

creating a tune that clashes with someone else’s are slim to none. Not to toot my own horn, but in this

“Mhm, Leo, you are the best.” The

words. There it was

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