The Composer's Requiem
Language: en
As a washed-up genius composer, I hid it from my husband and sold the rights to my last few masterpieces—my magnum opuses—to a rival company just to scrape together the money. But one hour before the surgery, the payment window showed "Insufficient Funds." I called my husband Julian frantically, only to be hung up on and blocked. Until the LED screens across the city lit up, a two-million-dollar drone light show illuminating the night sky. The screen boldly read: [May the great artist Scarlett's inspiration never dry up — Gift from Julian] I stumbled into the light show venue, but…