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#23 “You are A Fraud!”

With the decision made, Sophia retrieves her Stradivari’s from the backstage area where it was stored for the auction. She adjusts the tuning pegs until the G, D, A, and E notes are flawless. Taking a deep breath, Sophia walks out onto the center stage.

The orchestra has been cleared, and just a chair is magnified by a spotlight. The audience begins to quiet as they notice someone has finally taken the seat, but as Sophia settles in to play, several people let out disbelieving noises.

However, once Sophia begins to play, the audience is captivated. Her fingers, nimble and precise, dance effortlessly across the strings, producing a melody that seems to float like silk in the air.

As Sophia closes her eyes, fully immersed in the music, her body sways in harmony with the emotional peaks and valleys of the concerto. Her bow glides smoothly over the strings, drawing out a velvety sound that seemed to caress the very soul of the listeners.

Enraptured by her skill and artistry, the audience holds their breath in awe of the exquisite performance unfolding before them. The concerto becomes a story, woven delicately by her every stroke, conveying emotions transcending words.

Sophia’s style of playing the piece is different from her friend’s way of playing the music. While he played with a polished, refined, sharp edge, Sophia played more gracefully and fluidly. However, most of the audience could not tell any difference in performance.

As the piece ends and Sophia sighs, the audience is momentarily silent before erupting into vigorous applause. The thunderous sound fills the concert hall.

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Sophia returns to the table, both the hosts and guests quickly stand to greet

offering rapturous applause. “I knew you were a powerful and talented businesswoman, but I could never have

Barbara chimes in, her voice full of genuine

table. The smiles she receives are genuine, except for Emily, whose jealousy is becoming evident through a slight frown and tight grip on her champagne glass. Emily tries to force a smile, but her envy is difficult to

you, everyone,” Sophia says graciously, attempting to ease the tension. “I’m glad I could step in and help make this evening

would be proud

Paus and the piece,” the anonymous voice continues to shout. “You are a fraud! That

words, as she has not surprised to realize that the person causing such disruption earlier with

a wave of uncertainty and doubt in the room. Who was

rushes to Sophia’s side, urging her to address the audience and

end to this,” Emily insists. In her head, however, Emily is relishing in the spectacle. “She is going to be humiliated. They are going to eat her alive,”

a glance at the person feigning kind insistence, “I do not owe them

know that piece so well,” she retorts, hoping for an

always seem to be looking for a way to embarrass me. And frankly,

Sophia doesn’t back down. “And I’m sure I’ve said this to you before, but let me repeat it. You are extremely nosy, and I would very much

him rushing towards her, ready to express his gratitude for stepping in to perform. If he were a minute late, she will have revealed her identity