Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387

“I’m afraid… I might not have that much time left,” Kelly said.

Nate jumped in, his voice tight. “Kelly, don’t say things like that. That old guy, Mr. Malcolm… didn’t his meds work pretty well for you? Come on, don’t worry. You’ll get better. You will.”

He said it like he believed it, but deep down, neither he nor Carter were betting everything on Sharon. They were still quietly searching for top doctors, just in case.

Kelly forced a small smile. “If this concert can’t be held in the best possible way… then I’d rather cancel it. I don’t want to patch it together just to get by. I won’t disappoint the audience like that.”

Carter’s voice was calm. “We can rent a studio that’s already fully set up. Use it for now. Once the concert’s over, we’ll find a new space.” 1

It wasn’t a perfect solution. But for now, it was the only one.

Kelly nodded lightly.

Nate let out a cold laugh. “Some people are willing to stoop this low just for the sake of stealing audiences and traffic. Truly pathetic. And, Carter, I heard Sharon’s concert is scheduled for exactly three months from now. You don’t think that’s a coincidence, do you? She’s doing this to go head-to-head with Kelly, obviously.”

Carter couldn’t be bothered to argue. He didn’t even glance at Nate. Instead, he turned to Kelly. “By the way… any news on Star?”

Kelly shook her head. “No. Not a single trace. In these past few years, Star has completely vanished. Like… like they never

existed.”

Star-a name anyone in the music world knew. A composer who became a legend eight years ago.

While Zachemaine had seen rapid economic and technological growth, the music industry had stagnated. For over a decade, there had been no new classics or groundbreaking compositions. The glory days of fifteen years ago felt like a distant dream.

At one point, during an international original composition competition, a foreign contestant mocked the entire nation.

“They don’t create music,” he’d said. “Just recycle clichés over and over. There’s no originality left in them.”

His words were a slap in the face, stirring outrage across the country.

Sure, under pressure, the man eventually stood on stage and issued an apology. But even then, he logged onto his social media and doubled down: [An apology doesn’t change facts. Their original compositions are a joke.]

As much as people hated to admit it, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Zachemaine’s music scene had been in a steep decline. Nothing in years had captured the world’s attention.

Then… Star appeared.

With one violin piece-“First Love”-Star crushed that arrogant foreign composer and took the international composition title.

The song exploded overnight. It wasn’t just a competition piece-it was recorded, performed, covered, and loved worldwide.

For a time, Star wasn’t just a composer. They were a national sensation, their fame outshining even the biggest celebrities.

But despite the fame, no one knew who Star really was. Not their gender, not their age-nothing.

Star never rode the wave of attention. No endorsements, no interviews. They simply let the world cool down, then every three to five months… quietly released another masterpiece.

And yet, despite that low profile, every single piece instantly trended and became a sensation. The more mysterious Star stayed,

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the more obsessed the public became

But them, five years ago. Star disappeared

No more songs. No more appearances.

Just like the name suggested-like a brilliant meteor streaking across the sky… then vanishing without a trace.

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