On a music competition show, my rival performed the melody in my head before I could. Stunned, I asked her why she had plagiarized it, but she turned the tables on me. “You say I plagiarized. What proof do you have?” I couldn’t produce any concrete evidence, so I was branded a bully and a plagiarist, and ultimately met a horrific death. But even as I died, I couldn’t figure out how she had stolen something straight from my mind. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on that very stage. Watching the rising star prepare to play ahead of me once more, I grabbed her arm. “This time, I’ll go first.”
