“I’m afraid I might not have that much time left.”
Jasper immediately cut in, “Rachel, don’t say things like that. Wasn’t that medicine from the old doctor helping you? Just hang in there, you’ll get better—I know it.”
Despite his reassurance, Jasper and Haynes were still quietly looking for renowned specialists for Rachel. They weren’t putting all their hopes on Stella; they were keeping their options open.
Rachel managed a faint, forced smile. “If this concert can’t happen the way it’s meant to—if it can’t be something truly special—I’d rather not hold it at all. I don’t want to cheat the audience with something rushed and half-hearted.”
Haynes suggested, “Why not rent a studio that’s already set up, just as a temporary fix? After the concert, you can move to a better place.”
For now, that seemed like the only practical solution. Rachel nodded gently.
Jasper scoffed, “Some people will stoop to anything just to steal the spotlight and get more attention. It’s unbelievable! Haynes, I heard Stella’s concert is also scheduled for three months from now. She’s obviously doing it to go head-to-head with Rachel!”
Haynes couldn’t be bothered with Jasper’s complaints. He turned to Rachel instead. “By the way, has anyone found Star?”
Then, out of nowhere, a composer known only as Star emerged. Star’s violin piece, “White Moonlight,” stunned the world, beating those arrogant foreign composers and winning the grand prize at an international competition. “White Moonlight” became an overnight sensation, performed and sung everywhere.
For a while, Star’s fame eclipsed that of the biggest celebrities—she was a national hero. Yet, no one knew who she really was. Star could have been a man or a woman, young or old—her identity was a complete mystery.
She never tried to cash in on her fame; instead, she waited until the excitement died down before quietly releasing a new piece every few months. Even so, every time she published a new work, it shot to the top of the charts and became the talk of the town. The more mysterious she remained, the more obsessed people became, and Star’s legend only grew.
But five years ago, she suddenly vanished. No new songs, no news—nothing. Just like her name, she was a brilliant shooting star, dazzling and fleeting, gone before anyone could catch her.
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