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    With a quick nce at the event director standing stiffly beside her, Pattie offered aforting pat on his shoulder. “Feeling a little less nervous now?”


    Flushed with excitement, the organizer grabbed her hand like a lifeline. “Ms. Miller, could you get K’s autograph? Just here.” He shoved a copy of the “One More Day” CD at her. “My wife’s a huge fan. Please, you have to help me!”


    Meanwhile, chaos was brewing again on Facebook. Rosanna’s fanbase, newly reawakened, returned to Facebook with fresh outrage, insisting that their ounts had been hacked, all whileunching a fresh attack on Maia.


    “How can you all seriously be worshipping a criminal? Have you lost your minds?”


    “Just because she can write songs doesn’t mean she can sing. Her critiques are so pretentious. Professional? She probably memorized a few lines and keeps repeating them.”


    “This whole contest is a scam! If Maia’s really K, then Rosanna’s about to get eliminated. How is that fair? What has Rosanna ever done to deserve this?”


    “Total setup! Think about it! K never shows her face. They probably dragged in some fake just to boost ratings! The Voice of Zephyria is just a scripted circus! Maia must’ve slept her way to the top just to destroy Rosanna. Boycott this joke of a show! Just because they say Maia is K doesn’t make it true. Where’s the proof?”


    Chris sat hunched over hisptop, his brow furrowed in frustration as his fingers flew across the keyboard.


    As the old saying went, “Show me your friends, and I’ll show you who you are.”


    If Rosanna’s fans were anything to judge by, they were as clueless as she was.


    Inside thepetition hall, Jarrod’s eyes stayed locked on Maia, not wavering for even a breath.


    Jarrod’s face flickered between astonishment and heavy sadness. At his house, the shelf groaned under the weight of K’s records, stretching from One More Day all the way to Listen to the Breeze. Even his phone red The Gray Skyline whenever someone rang him, a tune crafted by K’s own hand.


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    But what on earth had he done to Maia?


    He had wrongly used her and shoved her so hard that she hit the ground, scraping her arm badly.


    He felt so guilty that he didn’t deserve to be a fan of K’s.


    Richard stole a quick nce at Sandra, who seemed all worked up. “Maia can write music? Why didn’t I know this? Did you?”


    Sandra shook her head, frustration written all over her face. “How should I know? This has to be a setup, a charade — it’s all a lie! And what about Rosanna? Maia’s going to give her a big fat zero.”


    But Richard didn’t respond this time.


    He had noticed that everyment Maia made was spot on, not some act.


    Vince’s face darkened as he watched Maia confidently speak on stage. Was this really the same fake daughter from the Morgan family, the one who used to cling to him like a shadow?


    On stage, the first ten contestants had wrapped up their performances. The host stepped forward. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve received a lot of calls about the fairness and honesty of thepetition. The Voice of Zephyriamittee takes these concerns very seriously. Let me exin things once again. We have six special guest judges who score based on the contestants’ performances. The highest and lowest scores are tossed out, and we calcte an average. On top of that, audience members and recordpany reps also give their scores, which form another average. Webine both averages, with the judges’ scores making up sixty percent and the audience’s forty percent. Also, we’ve canceled online voting to avoid any tampering. For the first time ever, we’re doing this live instead of recording it, so everything stays as fair and clear as possible. Stick around after the break for more action.”


    Then, MCN’stest collection made a stunning entrance.


    The crowd quickly realized that the model’s outfit looked almost exactly like what Maia was wearing that day.


    Thements came pouring in.


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