MasukSelene’s POVI positioned myself at the couch's border in Ronan's studio space while my laptop computer rested on my legs. My fingers waited above the keyboard until the next system update arrived. The streaming dashboard refreshed again, and my stomach clenched.I discovered that Liora's song had been taken off multiple prominent playlists. The label had not issued any statements yet, but the platforms had initiated copyright evaluations for the flagged track.I exhaled sharply. “It’s happening,” I murmured. “People are noticing. The cracks are showing.”Ronan whom I faced with his coffee in front of him showed no sign of astonishment. The public begins to doubt our actions. The public begins to doubt our actions. The public begins to doubt our actions. The public begins to doubt our actions. The public begins to doubt our actions. Fan backlash can hit you too.I nodded while I began to plan for the upcoming situation. “I know. I’ll handle it.”I opened my browser to check different
Selene’s POVI sat in the small, dimly lit café a few blocks from downtown, my laptop open in front of me. The screen emitted light which my eyes failed to perceive. My heart raced with anticipation. Today, I would infiltrate Liora’s label under a fake identity.Ronan sat opposite me, stirring his coffee slowly. “You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked. The calmness of his voice stood in contrast to the caution that I could see in his eyes. “It’s risky. One slip, and they could trace everything back to Elysia Ray… or you.”I shook my head firmly. “I have to know. The depth of their panic needs to be investigated by me. Their control system has to be monitored by me because I need to witness its actual status. I will maintain my distance from all operations. All operations in the system require multiple security checks. No one can establish a direct connection to me from any of my activities.He nodded. “Good. You should not be seen by anyone. Your questions should sound like those
Selene’s POVI sat in Ronan’s studio, the glow of multiple monitors reflecting off my eyes. The gentle unveil had created more than just public discussion. The producers were using private messages on forums and closed groups to discuss Elysia Ray’s track without revealing their identities. Some people were guessing the singer's identity while others shared links about their music analysis.Ronan stood by the desk corner as he used his encrypted channels to check his messages. “Offers are coming in,” he said casually, but I saw the sharpness in his gaze. “A few indie labels want to reach out. Some producers want a private meeting.”I shook my head without looking at him. “Ignore them. I’m not stepping out. Not yet. Everything about me getting signed and building my career isn’t important now. The only thing that matters is to expose her. The rest of everything is a distraction from that goal.He smirked slightly, understanding the resolve in my tone. “Good. You’ve got the patience for
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







