The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel 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, "Leo, you're 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.

Standing by the stereo, Leo waited for the song to end before arching an eyebrow at his sister, his face brimming with cocky confidence. "What do you think? I've got the chops, don't I?"

"It's good," Mirabella nodded, then after a brief pause, she added, "Play it again, Leo."

His smirk deepening, Leo obliged and pressed play once more. After another listen, Mirabella casually inquired, "Have you played this song for anyone else yet?"

Leo pulled out the cassette and sank down on the couch beside her. "Nope, just showed an early version to Collins and the guys in the band. You're the first to hear the finished product."

Mirabella tapped her chin thoughtfully and then asked, "Do you musicians ever run into a situation where you accidentally create a tune that sounds like someone else's?"

Leo chuckled and glanced at his sister. "Well, that depends. If someone else’s track inspires you, you might end up with a similar melody or vibe. But that's just imitation on a musical level."

If Jay had once gotten his hands on an early version of Leo's track and tried to complete it himself, there would be differences in the tune. It would be a one-in-a-million coincidence even if they somehow ended up exactly the same.

The origin was indeed a mystery.

Just then, Mirabella's phone buzzed at her side. She pulled her thoughts back, picked up the device, and glanced at it. She then calmly fished out a pair of headphones and put them on.

Tapping on an app, she was soon listening to a conversation through her earbuds - a man and a woman talking. The man's voice was unfamiliar, but the woman's was unmistakably recognizable.

Mirabella was taken aback, her fingertips lightly grazing the earphones.