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.

the stereo, Leo waited for the song to end before arching an eyebrow at his dice, his face brimming with cocky confidence. “What do you think? I’ve got

Mirabella nodded, then after a brief pause, she added,

pressed play once more. After another listen, Mirabella casually inquired, “Have you played this song

pulled out the cassette and sank down on the couch beside her. “Nope, just showed an early version to Collins and the guys

thoughtfully and then asked, “Do you musicians ever run into a situation where you accidentally create a tune

and glanced at his sister. “Well, that depends. If someone else’s track inspires you, you might

lyrics and melody are exactly the same?” she tilted

even less likely unless it’s a case of internal plagiarism or theft,” Leo replied,

said

clashes with someone else’s are slim to none. Not to toot my own horn,

hair. “Mhm, Leo, you

momentarily lost for words. There it was

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