[US Entertainment] Hollywood Fame

After Evans left, Christine fell on the bed and slept for a few days. She slept until the early morning of the next day when she was disturbed by the sudden knock on the bedroom door. Awake.

Christine stood up frowning, looked at Judy who came in after knocking on the door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Christine, your evidence of plagiarism has been exposed on the Internet, and now it's all falling apart!" Judy said in a hurry, calling her up, and took out the laptop from the computer bag she brought with her.

evidence?

She did not plagiarize, where is the evidence?

Christine got out of bed to look for her cell phone, only to find that the cell phone had run out of power in her bag and turned off automatically. Judy turned on the laptop she had brought, and showed her the news website.

[Kristen Hessel's top single "Grace" is suspected of plagiarism! 】

[Connie Duff claims she is the original writer of the song! 】

[Kristen Hessel's plagiarism evidence exposed! 】

……

The headlines were full of similar words, and Christine clicked on the one with the highest click-through rate to read.

"... have been very familiar with the hit single "Grace", since Kristen posted it on Youtube and claimed to be 'self-created', it is suspected of recording her and Johnny Depp It exploded because of the divorce. But who knew that the song was not composed by herself, as Kristen said in the video?"

"Just at five o'clock in the morning last night, a woman named Connie Duff exposed Christine's plagiarism evidence. The evidence shows that the melody and lyrics of the prelude and chorus of "Grace" have been stored for 12 hours. October of that year, more than three years before Kristen released the song."

"Connie claimed that she didn't know what caused her demo to be leaked, but after hearing the song "Grace", she felt familiar, and after listening to it many times, she confirmed that Christine had really plagiarized her. Song."

"After thinking about it for a long time, she finally plucked up the courage to say that she was the original creator of the song. She was afraid that no one would believe her, so she posted the evidence on the Internet."

"The following is Connie's demo recording."

Christine clicked on it and listened to it from beginning to end.

To her surprise, the demo melody was indeed very similar to her "Grace".

Christine thumped in his heart, this is impossible.

She is a songwriter, she has her own ego, how could she do something like plagiarizing other people's songs?

Not to mention the woman Connie Duff, she remembered the bar singer, the expression of Connie at that time was not like the original of this song, she was just a woman who wanted to be famous.

There must be something wrong here.

Christine frowned tightly, flipped her fingers quickly, and continued to read the comments on this news.

"It seems that Christine really plagiarized. I said how could she suddenly change from a person who can't even sing out of tune to be able to create?"

"Since "Grace" is plagiarized, are "Shapeofyou" and "I'mborntorun" also plagiarized?"

"Don't talk about "Shape of you" upstairs. This song was written by Ed Sheeran and sent to Christine. Ed Sheeran is a creative talent. Don't talk nonsense without proof."

"Yes, don't talk nonsense. At most, Ed saw the wrong person and sent the wrong song. However, Christine, who co-wrote the lyrics and composed music for "Shapeofyou", must be famous."

"MaxMartin was also in bad luck. Just after he won the Grammy, he was dragged down by Christine again. By the way, who knows why such a top music producer as him would make an album for Christine? Right? Is there a story in it that we don't know?"

"Who knows, maybe Christine is squatting between his legs every day? That bitch can take advantage of the innocent Depp and defraud so much money. Is there anything she can't do?"

……

What followed was chaos and foul language. Even if someone mentioned Christine's strength, which was proved by the wonderful Grammy scene, it should be a talented speech, but it was quickly suppressed by the public's criticism.

Christine didn't look down any more. She suppressed the constant anger in her heart, returned the notebook to Judy, sat down on the bed with her eyes closed, and took a deep breath.

"Where's Darren?" she asked, covering her eyes.

Judy put away the computer carefully, and said softly: "Brian is also there during the emergency public relations with the team."

"You go out first, I want to be alone for a while."

Judy nodded and said in a low voice: "Christine, we all know that you are not the kind of person who plagiarizes, and you must not be influenced by online comments, I believe in you."

Christine looked at her. Her assistant's words were a little warm at this time, and she managed to pull a smile from the corner of her mouth, "Thank you."

Judy smiled at her and backed away.

Christine fell down on the bed again, looking at the ceiling, with anger in her eyes. She had felt a faint sense of uneasiness before, who was actually messing with her behind her back! ?

For a newcomer in the music circle like her, whose album has not yet been released, the plagiarism scandal is undoubtedly fatal.And coincidentally, she burst out just after Grammy and Oscar, she clearly counted the timing to knock her off the cloud and never get back up again!

Christine turned around and punched the bunk hard, damn it!

Who has such a big hatred against her?

Connie must be lying, but what happened to that demo?How could it show October 12?

It must be fake, this demo must be fake!

She sat up abruptly, took out her mobile phone from her bag, charged it, and opened it.

Countless messages and misses are displayed one after another.

She didn't care about that, she found Darren's phone number and called: "Darren, that demo must be fake, you check the authenticity!"

"I'm already checking, don't worry, I'll get back to you as soon as I have news, you ask Judy to stay with you, don't go online." Darren hurriedly said: "We are already looking for emergency public relations here, you should take a good rest , keep your spirits up, don't forget, we have to release our first album!"

"Okay, okay, just check it out."

She hung up the phone, turned off the phone, and put it aside.

After thinking for a while, she still stood up, went to the cloakroom to change, and then went out to find Judy.

"I'm going to Max Studio to record, let's go."

"Now?" Judy said in surprise, "But outside..."

"Stay here and do nothing and I'm afraid I'm going to go crazy," Kristen said. "Going to the studio is just right. I'm in a mood that might be better recorded."

Judy glanced at her in embarrassment, but nodded under her insistence, took the car keys and went to the garage, and the two got into the car.

There are paparazzi around the door, blocking the car with one camera after another, asking questions through the window, making it very noisy.

Judy stepped on the accelerator calmly and drove around them.

The car quickly drove to Max's studio, surrounded by a bunch of paparazzi. When they saw Christine and Judy get out of the car, they gathered around like sharks smelling blood.

"Kristen, Connie Duff said you copied her song, what do you have to say about that?"

"Christine, did you really plagiarize?"

"Christine..."

Just as Christine was wearing sunglasses and walking towards the door of the studio with Judy expressionlessly, suddenly a person rushed out from the crowd and rushed straight in front of Christine.

Judy slammed Christine behind her, fearing that this man would do something.

"You liar! Despicable plagiarist!"

He roared loudly, with a ferocious expression on his face, and a sense of betrayal and cheated anger in his eyes.

He was still holding a stack of Christine's posters in his hand, and he tore it up in front of her without any reason, and then threw it on her body.

"It's a pity that I spent so much time arguing with others online for you, you b***, you are completely wasting my time and money!"

Scattered pieces of paper fell on Christine's hair, shoulders, and the surrounding ground.

Immediately, several Max's assistants and tuners came out of the studio, stopped the man who was still cursing, and signaled Christine to go in quickly with his eyes.

"Is it fun to cheat our fans? Are you happy now?"

The surrounding paparazzi suddenly became excited and pressed the shutters of the cameras in their hands one after another, wishing that the two would have a conflict immediately.

Christine was wearing sunglasses, so she couldn't see the expression in her eyes clearly. She just paused for a moment, but then reached out her hand, patted her shoulder calmly, and shook off the scraps of paper.

She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Then, she suddenly sneered, bypassed the angry fan, ignored the shouting paparazzi behind her, pushed open the door of the studio, and walked in.

Judy and the others immediately followed and closed the door.

Just as she was about to step forward, she saw Christine's back trembling slightly in front of her, her hands hanging on both sides were tightly clenched, and blood slipped from those hands.

"Christine, your hand!" she exclaimed.

The figure in front of him slowly lowered his head, raised his right hand and opened it in front of his eyes. A small scrap of poster paper stained with blood appeared on the palm of his hand.

Christine put the shredded paper in his pocket with a blank expression, and then waved his hand, "It's just that my nails scratched the palm of my hand, don't worry."

"Looks like I shouldn't be doing this kind of manicure anymore, don't you think, Judy?"

Judy stepped forward to hold her hand distressedly, looked down at the wound, and felt sore in his heart, how hard would it take to make a fist so that such long nails would cut through the palm?

"Let's go, there should be a medicine box here, I'll rub some medicine on it for you."

"Well." Christine obediently followed Judy and sat down. Max was not in the studio at this time, and his assistant Carter came out from another room at this time, holding a simple medicine kit in his hand.

"That's all for now," he said.

"It's okay, this is enough." Judy said, lowered her head, took the medicine box, put it on the table, opened it, and took out the alcohol and medicine.

"It needs to be sterilized, it hurts a bit, bear with it." She said softly, her tone gentle.

Christine nodded without speaking.

When Judy carefully wiped the wound with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol, Christine flinched uncontrollably.

Under the sunglasses, whether it was due to the pain of alcohol or other reasons, Christine's long eyelashes were covered with tears, and they were glued to each other, but she still tried her best not to let them fall down.

She looked at the distressed and helpless Judy beside her, raised her head slightly and blinked, holding back her tears.

Don't cry like that, Christine.

no big deal.

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