Chapter 17

Kyle was back in his home studio. Rumors about him having a female personal assistant circulated and remained the top trending search for the past three days. This was the pain of being too famous.

Anything about him spread ridiculously fast.

Brandon lingered around the stairs outside, watching Kyle immerse himself in his work. He hesitated to enter the room.

Sitting on the dynamic chair, Kyle had his Sony earphones on, listening to the beats of his new track. Little did he care about the ongoing online discussions. He took out a blank piece of paper from the drawer and began scribbling on it.

"A semibreve in the first chord?" he mumbled, drawing signs only he could make sense of. "Maybe a half note here."

He played the keys but frowned when the music didn't turn out the way he wanted.

"Something is amiss. Which part did I go wrong?" He spun the pencil around his thumb while fine-tuning the track with the 48-channel digital audio mixer.

He faded out the sound of the piano slight