My Sister Used My Song To Become A Diva

In my previous life, it was my creative talent and audio editing skills that helped Kelly package herself as a pop diva.

She was confident and eager to participate in the most popular singing show.

I warned her, "The show is live, Kelly. You can't fix your vocals. If you go, you'll be exposed."

She slapped me across the face, accusing me of being jealous of her ample opportunity.

In the end, I did everything I could to stop her from going on the show, but it became an overnight sensation.

She resented me deeply, blaming me for stopping her from becoming a global superstar.

And eventually, she pushed me down the stairs, killing me.

But now, I had another chance.

I nodded eagerly.

"Go, of course, you should go! Kelly, this is an incredible opportunity. You can't miss it."

"Wow! Oh my goodness, the singing show actually invited me to participate! Ahh..."

Kelly's piercing scream jolted me awake.

I opened my eyes to see her face twisted with excitement.

"Elly, did you see? The singing show! The singing show invited me!

"Do you know how many people dream of this stage? How many have been trying for years just to get on it? And they invited me! Do you know what a massive fortune this is?"

"Yes, a massive fortune indeed. I had been reborn.

To me, this was the fortune of a lifetime." I thought.

In my previous life, it was at this exact moment when Kelly received the invitation from the show that I noticed the small print at the bottom of the letter.

The show would be broadcast live with no audio editing, no pitch correction, just pure, unfiltered singing.

I knew Kelly's abilities all too well.

The reason she had risen to fame in the past two years was due to three things. First, her flawless looks and figure.

I'll admit, the women in our family are all stunning, including me.

Second, the magic of audio editing had saved her. Even when she sang offkey, the technology could make her sound like an angel.

Third, my songwriting talent. I had written and composed all her songs.

All my songs were for her alone.

And most importantly, I helped Kelly with most of the songs she sang, and she even let me go straight to the recording.

That's why she's been on fire as a toptier star for the past two years.

Various variety shows have been on.

But the singing show was her dream stage.

If she could stand on that stage and win, she would reach an unprecedented level of fame.

However, in my previous life, she had become so lost in the illusion of her fame that she forgot her actual abilities.

So, I desperately tried to stop her.

"This show is broadcast live, Kelly. Live! There won't be any audio editing for you. Think about your singing skills. Are you really confident enough to go on stage?"

She refused to listen.

"Why shouldn't I? Haven't you seen my fanbase? I have over a hundred million followers! As long as even a fraction of them show up, I'll win every round."

I rolled my eyes.

Out of that hundred million, ninety million fans were fake.

She was completely delusional, but I remained clearheaded.

In the end, I managed to stop her from going on the show.

But the show became an overnight global sensation.

I was relieved that she hadn't embarrassed herself on such a grand stage, but she resented me for making her miss out on the chance to become a global superstar.

And eventually, it got me killed.

Now, I was even more excited than she was.

"Kelly, they actually invited you! This is an incredible opportunity; you have to seize it!"

She clutched the invitation tightly.

"Yes, with my talent, if I participate in this show, I'll definitely reach new heights of fame."

I nodded.

"Absolutely. I just confirmed with the production team that there are several famous international singers this season. If you beat them, you'll become a global sensation!

"Kelly, don't forget about me when you're famous. I still need to stick around with you."

She patted my cheek.

"Don't worry. As long as you keep writing songs for me, Rachel, you'll definitely get your share of the rewards."

I nearly cursed out loud.

"She's so stingy. Despite my hard work and dedication in writing those songs, she only paid me a thousand dollars per song.

And she had the nerve to act like she was being generous." I thought.

"Just so you know, it's only because you're my sister. Otherwise, I wouldn't even look at the trash you write. I'm just giving you a way to make a living."

"Haha!

She had bought songs from other people, including some socalled bigname producers.

But none of them made a splash because only I understood her." I thought.

Each song was custommade for her, and I even recorded most of them myself. That's why every song became a hit.

She thought it was her talent, but I knew the truth. It was my songs that were the real winners.

Kelly excitedly accepted the show's invitation, and the next day, she headed to the venue with her team.

On the way, she scrolled through the news on her phone, pleased with the trending topics her team had bought for her.

Those boughtandpaidfor fans were showering her with praise.

Netizen 1: [Wow, Kelly finally has a chance to prove herself.]

Netizen 2: [Yeah, this is the stage our superstar deserves.]

Netizen 3: [The show finally invited the right person. Kelly is about to become a global icon, a star in her own league.]

Kelly's smile was so wide it practically stretched off her face, but I knew soon she'd be unable to smile at all.

During the rehearsal, Kelly was dismissive.

"Do I really need to rehearse? With all these years of performance experience, Director, I think I'll skip it."

The production team obviously didn't agree, but they carefully explained.

"Ms. Edwards, this is a global live broadcast. There's no room for mistakes, and you'll only have one chance to sing. If you don't rehearse and something goes wrong...

"And Rachel here has been rehearsing seriously."

Kelly cut him off, annoyed.

"You think I'll mess up? That's ridiculous. You've heard me sing before.

"With my talent, I'll blow those foreign singers out of the water. I don't need to rehearse."

The staff member wanted to persuade her further, but I quickly ushered them out.

I couldn't let them convince Kelly to rehearse. If she did, the production team might even replace her at the last minute, and that would ruin everything.

Kelly continued to scroll through her phone, lost in the false adoration of those fake fans.

Ha!

While she was distracted, I sneaked into the studio to watch the other singers rehearse.

Each one was more focused than the last, even the 50yearold veteran diva.

I remembered how, in my past life, after the show aired, everyone praised her, calling her the guardian of Meriodland's music industry, the last bastion of dignity for Meriodland's music scene.

She singlehandedly held her own against several foreign competitors.

I had to admit, I respected her for that. She worked incredibly hard.

But this time, I was here to help her.

Kelly's manager also came to watch the other singers rehearse. Her face turned grim, and she immediately went to Kelly's dressing room.

She tried everything to convince Kelly to watch the rehearsals, but Kelly remained unmoved.

"You're out of your mind. My presence on this show is already a favor to them, and you want me to rehearse?"

She didn't care about her singing at all; her entire focus was on her appearance.

She was obsessed with how revealing her outfit should be and how to dress sexily.

In her own words.

"I want to capture everyone's attention at first glance, so they can't help but vote for me."

What a shallow mindset.

A true singer should be focused on delivering a captivating performance to win over the audience's ears.

But Kelly was only concerned with how she looked, trying to grab their attention.

The show's staff kept reminding her to check out the rehearsals, but she ignored them completely.

In the end, they had no choice but to give up.

When the competition officially began, Kelly remained utterly unfazed.

Everyone around her was sweating with nerves, but she calmly blew on her freshly painted nails.

The first two foreign singers performed flawlessly, as steady as a recording.

Kelly smirked.

"Did you hear that? They say it's a live broadcast with no audio enhancements, but you can clearly tell they're just playing prerecorded tracks. I wouldn't be surprised if they were lipsyncing."

"Idiot." I cursed her.

"Their steady performance was a result of their skill and hard work during rehearsals.

And her?" I thought.

Ha!

There were seven groups of singers in total, and Kelly was fifth in line. First, two incredibly steady foreign singers performed, followed by some domestic singers.

These were seasoned performers with years of stage experience. They had both the vocal skills and the looks.

Despite this, some minor mistakes occurred, which were inevitable during a live broadcast.

But these errors were within acceptable limits, just minor flaws.

Then, it was Kelly's turn.

She strutted confidently onto the stage, swaying her hips as she made her way to the center.

To be honest, despite the fake publicity over the past two years, she had managed to gain some popularity.

She still had a few diehard fans and with her good looks and carefully chosen sexy highslit dress.

The crowd cheered louder for her than for the previous singers.

She was pleased with the response, and I could see the smug satisfaction on her face.

Go ahead, enjoy your moment. In just one minute, that smile will be gone.

As expected, Kelly missed the beat on her very first line.

The music had already moved several beats ahead by the time she picked up the microphone.

And then, disaster struck.

Her voice was dry and raspy like she hadn't had a drop of water in days.

She was utterly offbeat, missing every cue.

She sang loudly, trying to make up for it by striking poses and batting her eyes at the audience.

I saw the crowd staring in shock, their mouths agape, unable to believe that this was Kelly singing.

The show's staff looked panicked as if they wanted to rush onto the stage and drag her off.

The band members were frowning deeply, struggling to match her timing but finding it impossible.

Kelly wasn't even listening to the accompaniment; she was just doing her own thing.

I checked my phone, and sure enough, within a minute of her taking the stage, the trending topics were flooded with her name.

Of course, none of them were good.

"Kelly's singing is terrible, an absolute disgrace."

"Kelly, this is just awful."

"Kelly's a singer? More like a disaster."

"Kelly's offkey."

"Kelly's true colors revealed in live broadcast."

The comments were unanimous, slamming her for embarrassing herself and questioning how a professional singer could be so completely out of tune.

After her fiveminute song ended, the audience was utterly stunned.

Of course, the show's crew and even the director were shocked, too.

Who could have expected her to sing so terribly?

Well, except for me, I wasn't surprised at all.

She was nothing more than an empty shell, packaged by her team.

When she swaggered backstage, she immediately threw a tantrum.

"What's wrong with them? I sang my heart out on stage, so why didn't the audience applaud?

"They were so excited for those foreign singers, but when I was up there, they acted like they didn't even know who I was. Not a single reaction!"

I stayed silent while her manager was running around like a headless chicken.

Amid the flood of trending topics criticizing her terrible performance, there was one that stood out: "Kelly, the Voice of an Angel."

It was so obviously a prearranged post by her manager, but now it was too late to retract it.

It couldn't be more embarrassing.

The comments below it were even more brutal.

Netizen 1: [Kelly, go away! How dare you sing like that on a stage meant for real singers?]

Netizen 2: [Exactly, it's humiliating! Is there no one better left in our showbiz?]

Netizen 3: [She didn't sound like this on other shows. What happened today?]

Netizen 4: [Are you kidding? This was a live broadcast. It just shows her actual skill level. Those other performances must have been heavily edited.]

Kelly was being torn apart by criticism.

When she finally saw the comments, she was so furious she smashed her phone.

"Are these people crazy? What's wrong with my singing? I've always sung like this, and they used to praise me for it.

"Now, they're all attacking me. It's insane! Someone must be sabotaging me."

Her manager was sweating.

"No, Kelly, this was a live broadcast. I warned you before, you shouldn't have come."

Kelly slapped him across the face, and he stormed out in anger.

"I'm done with your terrible attitude. I'm not working with you anymore."

Kelly couldn't care less.

"Hmph, there are plenty of people who'd jump at the chance to be my manager. Get lost!"

When the final rankings were announced, it was no surprise Kelly came in last.

She scowled at the results.

"This isn't fair! Why am I in last place? Do you all not have ears?"

The other singers' expressions were complex to describe.

Finally, Rachel summed it up in one sentence.

"Kelly, your only contribution to this show was your outfit."

Kelly nearly fainted from anger, and Rachel's words shot to the top of the trending list.

Netizens applauded Rachel, and even I gave her a like.

Kelly was engulfed in a storm of insults with every kind of harsh comment you could imagine.

She was indignant, but the show's director was even more anxious.

He directly informed her that she wasn't needed for the next episode.

"Your performance was so awful that you don't even deserve to be eliminated. You're just fired."

Although Kelly was reluctant, she also knew deep down that she couldn't face another episode.

Kelly was too afraid. Being cut from the show was almost a relief for her.

If the production team had been crueler and let her stay on, she would have made an even bigger fool of herself, and the show would've gotten even more attention.

But that wasn't what the director wanted. He was after an actual musical competition, not controversy.

However, finding a lastminute replacement wasn't easy.

Especially after Kelly's disastrous performance, the more prominent names were even more hesitant to join.

The live format was too risky, and any mistakes would be exposed for all to see.

With the next live broadcast fast approaching, the director still hadn't found a suitable replacement.

Netizens were having a field day with memes, practically begging Rachel to bring someone in. They'd suggested nearly every famous singer, but no one was willing or available.

As the show faced the possibility of an empty slot, the director grew so stressed that he broke out in cold sores.

Finally, I stood before him.

"Sir, I can sing."

He looked at me like I was crazy.

"You? You're just an assistant. A celebrity assistant, no less, and to Kelly of all people. What can you sing?"

His disdain was apparent, but I understood.

After all, Kelly had sung terribly, so how good could her assistant possibly be?

But I revealed something the director didn't know.

"Actually, all of Kelly's hit songs were written and composed by me. And yes, I can sing too.

"You can listen to my voice first, and then decide."