ログインSelene’s POVI leaned over the laptop in Ronan’s studio, watching the upload bar crawl across the screen. I had made no announcement about anything at all. I made no announcements about anything. The track had been released quietly under the name Elysia Ray. I wanted it to speak for itself first to let people hear without any fanfare.Ronan stood behind me, arms crossed, observing the screen like a hawk. The first comment has not appeared yet according to his statement. I shook my head, tension coiling in my stomach. People require time to rest because the initial period needs to pass. People need to listen first before they will show their responses.I refreshed the page repeatedly, eyes scanning the numbers. The first few comments appeared on the screen after I had waited for some time. This sound has an authentic quality to it according to the listener. The listener found her voice to be real because she sounded like the original singer according to the statement. My lips forme
Selene’s POVI entered the studio for the first time after my absence and my hands began to tremble. The studio environment assaulted my senses with its combination of polished wood and cables and the weak remnants of old recordings. I had not been able to handle music for a long time since everything went wrong in my life. The moment Liora entered my life. The moment I went to jail. The moment everything became quiet.Ronan entered the space behind me while I needed time to see everything. He maintained his usual position against the wall with his arms crossed while observing the environment. I could see his three emotions of pride and wariness and caution because he was calculating his next movement. He displayed all three of those emotions which I recognized.I moved toward the soundboard and my fingers touched the sliders and knobs and keys. The entire setup appeared to me as a combination of known elements and unfamiliar elements. My previous voice came back to me, bringing its c
Selene’s POVThe morning light entered my room through the blinds as I woke up to hear my laptop making a quiet noise. My hands stayed above the keyboard because I felt nervous. I already knew which notifications awaited me because I didn't need to check them.The first thing I saw made my stomach twist: two more of Liora’s songs had been flagged for copyright review. I clicked through, my pulse quickened with every new tab I opened. The system confirmed what I already suspected: my demo recordings had triggered the notices. The investigation had expanded beyond the snippets because three songs were now being examined with full seriousness from the platform.Ronan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. "They are proceeding quicker than I anticipated," he spoke with a calm tone although his eyes showed intensity.I stayed silent for a moment because I needed time to respond. My fingers began typing on the keyboard as I searched streaming platforms. Algorithms responded to copyrigh
Selene’s POVRonan and I entered the café which had dim lights and immediately began searching the space until I discovered the person I wanted to meet. I found Adrian.Adrian spoke to me using a low voice which sounded like a growl. “Selene I didn’t think you’d really come.”Ronan stepped back from us to create distance between them.The fake smile which I created through effort. “I always keep my appointments.” Forward he leaned his elbows resting on the table while steepling his fingers. “Let us start with the main point. You have managed to stay hidden until now. The number of leaks from your system has increased. The word about you named Selene has started to spread. You must make a choice between control now or total loss later on.”I presented my hands to the table while I tilted my body backward. “I said I’d wait. I’m not going public yet.”Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Not going public? You do realize that every hour you wait, someone else might expose it first? Someone already
Selene’s POV .The music forum I had monitored overnight outside my window showed activity with a thread that had gained massive popularity. I tapped it open.Someone had written:“The original artist might be Selene… but unfortunately, I heard selene was arrested years ago and is still in jail.”My stomach dropped. My name—almost exposed. I froze, staring at the screen. My hands tightened around the edge of the phone.Ronan, who sat at a distance from him, was drinking his coffee when he asked Ronan what was happening. “What is it?” he asked quietly.I swallowed, my voice tight. “Someone… someone might have guessed my identity. They wrote it—Selene…”His brow furrowed. “That’s bad,” he said calmly, though I could see the tension in his jaw. “The entire plan will collapse if people identify you as the source of this information.”I nodded, feeling panic clawing at my chest. I had worked so carefully, threading every move, masking my identity. A careless forum post was about to destro
Selene’s POVRonan and I attended the first Live performance of Liora on the next day after our last interaction. Ronan walked beside me, calm as ever, scanning the crowd like he owned the place. “Remember,” he said quietly, leaning toward me, “we’re ghosts. Blend in. Record everything but don’t draw attention.”I nodded, gripping my small recording device tightly. My fingers trembled, not from fear, but from rage and anticipation. Liora had stolen everything I had built, every song I had written, every note I had poured my soul into. Tonight, I would begin taking it back.The doors opened, and the crowd surged forward. I entered the venue through the back entrance while maintaining silence. Fans chattered excitedly about Liora. Fans expressed their excitement about Liora's upcoming performance, which they had anticipated for months. Then she came out. Liora stepped onto the stage with a confidence that made the audience roar. She waved, smiled, and the lights shone on her like a hal







