Page two held a list of names. His breath caught.
A calm voice said, “Mr. Chen. The Advance PDF has been opened. Your biometrics are logged. You have seventy-two hours to deliver the performance schedule to Ally’s manager—or we release the signed copy with your witness stamp.”
A single PDF loaded. No body text. Just a title page with the official Billboard Music Awards seal and three words that didn’t make sense:
Below it, a single line of fine print: “Pre-ceremony performance rights & category reallocation. Effective immediately.”
Leo’s hands shook. He knew what OMA meant now. A backdoor contract rider buried in the fine print of every major label deal since 2029. If you signed with Titan, you agreed to be reassigned—musically, aesthetically, even linguistically—to whatever market would generate the most revenue.
