“It’ll only take a moment.” She’d already opened the door, letting in a group of women dressed to the nines.
I had no choice but to pack up and leave. As I passed by, I overheard one of them whisper, “So, this is the adopted daughter? She’s pretty, isn’t she?”
“She is,” Ginger replied, her tone smug. “I heard she used to cling to Lee all the time. But it’s fine now—I’m here to keep an eye on things.”
I froze for half a second, then kept walking, saying nothing.
Back in my room, I turned on my laptop to review my rehearsal videos, looking for areas to improve. But as soon as I opened Facebook, I saw a dance video going viral.
Curious, I clicked on it—and my heart dropped.
It was my rehearsal from two weeks ago. But someone else had slapped their watermark on it.
The comments were filled with praise for the creativity of the choreography, but no one mentioned my name.
I immediately looked up the account that posted it. It belonged to one of the competitors in tomorrow’s competition.
My stomach sank. Plagiarism like this wasn’t new in the dance industry, but I never thought it would happen to me.
As I was preparing to gather evidence to defend my rights, there was a knock at the door.