"You just threatened a billionaire on live television."
Leo Vance paced the length of the Grand Acoustic Suite. His hands shook violently as he gripped a digital tablet.
"Richard Murphy is going to destroy us before the Clash even begins," Leo said.
Ryan Parker sat perfectly still at the massive mixing console. He did not look away from the blank digital monitors.
"Richard is going to try," Ryan corrected him quietly.
The aftermath of the press conference hung heavily over the Parker Pavilion. Ryan had successfully secured his entry into the National Symphony Clash. He finally had a direct path to graduate early and break the undergraduate copyright trap.
But the Clash was still three weeks away.
For three weeks, Ryan was legally muzzled. Every lyric he wrote and every note h
