“That’s my song,” Emma whispered.
“No,” Angelo said, stepping closer. “That’s the original . Nicole sold it to me three years ago. She told me you’d never use it. She said you were afraid.” AngeloGodshackOriginal - Emma Evans- Nicole Swe...
The basement was a museum of forgotten melodies. Reel-to-reel tapes lined the walls, labeled only with dates and emotions: “Anger (C-minor),” “First Rain,” “Funeral for a Bicycle.” “That’s my song,” Emma whispered
Emma’s blood ran cold. “Nicole is my best friend.” Nicole sold it to me three years ago
“I finished it last night,” Angelo said. “It’s yours. Take it. But know this: if you release it, Nicole will sue you. She has the original recording of you humming it to her in a parked car. She owns the timestamp.”
She took the tape. As she climbed the stairs, Angelo called out one last thing: