While suppressing my chocking sobs, I began to sing a song. The same song that Travis claimed was the reason he was in love with me and could not free himself from me from that moment on. I was sure he would recognize this song.
The hand that dragged me stopped and a source of heat slowly came closer. It was Travis.
In hesitation, he asked, "Quilla?"
Hope sparked within me, but the next second, I was plunged into despair when a notification sounded, "Your channel of interest is being live."
Travis froze, took out his mobile phone and clicked the message. As soon as he pushed it, my singing voice sounded.
"Your voice does sound similar with her," he said. Then he added, "However, my Quilla's has just starting her live broadcast. How can you be her?"
No! How could this be? Why the timing is so perfect? Why now, when Travis was about to recognize me?
A chill swept over me, followed by overwhelming despair. What else can I do now?
The female voice rang out again, "I'm almost getting Travis by this bitch. To think she'd stop at nothing to cling to the island master. Doesn't she know the island master despises anyone imitating Miss Shepard?"