“Wait, you wrote the song? Are you talking about this one, or were you theposer behind all those other tracks too?” Liam stared at Alessia, a look of disbelief on his face–though, deep down, he could kind of see it making sense if it really was Alessia.
“You never told him you were Moon?” Lillian turned, surprised.
Alessia just looked innocent. “I guess I never mentioned it. Doesn’t matter–<i>now </i>you
know.”
“Lessie, you’re seventeen, right?” Liam squinted at her, gently tilting her chin side to side, but no matter how he looked, she was just a perfectly ordinary
seventeen–year–old girl.
“Of course.” Alessia rubbed her own cheeks.
“You’re Moon? The Moon who’s written all those legendary songs? The Moon whose debut track turned Tristan into an overnight sensation?”
“That’s right, my dear third brother. I am Moon. The Moon who’s written all those hits. The Moon who gave Tristan his breakout song the moment he debuted!”
She repeated Liam’s words with a grin.
“But… how old were you back then?”
“Thirteen… maybe fourteen? I can’t really remember.”
Back then, she’d just been messing around, happened to find someone willing to be her guinea pig, and they spent about a week figuring things out together. It worked out surprisingly well–Tristan shot to fame overnight, and her own career as a producer and songwriter took off from there.
After that, though, she got busier. Tristan started chasing a career in acting, so she only wrote one or two songs a year for him, and gradually faded from that scene.
“I told you, the only one I’ll ept songs from is Moon! No one else is good enough!”
As the elevator doors opened, the group was greeted by amotioning from the recording studio.
“Who else is here?”
“From the sound of it, probably that new influencer thebel just signed. Comes
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from money, looks a little like Tristan. He’s been covering Tristan’s songs online, people call him ‘Little Tristan: Candace brought him in recently–he’s got close to a million followers.”
“So what’s he doing in the recording studio? Isn’t this Tristan’s time slot?”
With the new track in the works, only authorized personnel were allowed in.
“Not sure… Let’s go find out.” Lillian clearly hadn’t been notified either.
The three of them made their way toward the studio, the influencer’s shrillints echoing through the hallway. Tristan was inside, but he wasn’t recording–clearly, the outburst was derailing his session.
Alessia lifted her hand in greeting, and Tristan set his headphones down, stepping out to meet them.
“Call security. Get him out of here,” Alessia said to a staff member, who looked relieved and hurried off.
“Who do you think you are, calling security? I swear, if you do this, I’ll drag your name all over the inte!” The influencer spat, undeterred by Alessia and Lillian’s presence. Candace, on the other hand, looked pale and kept tugging at his sleeve.
“What are you doing, Candace?” he snapped, but Candace said nothing. The security guards arrived and, without a word, escorted him out.
Alessia watched quietly. Just as he was being dragged out, she smiled and gave a little wave, then shut the door behind him, her smile vanishing instantly.
“You really don’t waste time, do you?” Tristan said, impressed.
“I just didn’t expect all of you would stand around letting him go crazy. You guys must be really bored.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Morton,” Candace apologized immediately.
“Alright, what’s going on here?”
“This morning was Tristan’s session; this afternoon is Fitch Tillman’s time for his new single. That guy’s been making a scene about the song for days now–we didn’t expect him to barge into the studio during Tristan’s slot.”
“He wants Moon to write a song for him? Please. Just because his fans call him ‘Little Tristan,’ he thinks he’s actually Tristan now?” The man speaking was the producer for Fitch’s new track, and incidentally, also the vocal coach overseeing Tristan’s current session.
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