Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 253 Demands

"Ms. White, your interpretation of this piece is truly exceptional. I award you a perfect score of ten."

"Ms. Ridge, your performance was also remarkable. You receive a nine."

With one receiving a ten and the other a nine, Hattie found herself trailing Violeta by a single point once more. The gap was closing once again

Frustrated, Hattie stood up and addressed the boss, "This isn't fair. With so many people here, why should you be the only judge? Music is subjective; everyone has different tastes. I think everyone here should vote and score."

The boss hesitated. "Well ... "

Hattie signalled to Zelena and the others. Zelena spoke up, "Yes, since both are competing, why not let everyone here participate in the voting? That would be fair."

Gillian added, "I agree. Music can't be judged by one person alone. If you're biased towards Violeta, wouldn't her scores always be higher?"

The store owner waved his hand dismissively. "I don't know either of these students personally. How could I be biased?"

Candy chimed in, "Since that's the case, let everyone here vote and score. That would be the fairest way. Right, everyone?"

"Yes!"

"That sounds good. I support it."

"Agreed."

approval echoed through the room. Seeing this, the owner had no choice but to agree

round, everyone will get a vote, and

She was currently leading in votes, with Violeta behind. Hattie believed

to Violeta, who had remained silent. "Ms.

"No,

let's start the third round,

the sheet music

try 'Eight Views of

for choosing the most challenging pieces. Mastering this one required not just technical skill but also the

famous poem and painting more than 100 years ago, this composition depicted the Eight Views of Centrefield. Even today, the region's poem about these scenes remains well-known. Capturing the

the piece's difficulty, and

last time. You should go first

I'll take the

essence. 'Eight Views of Longpeace' illustrated scenes like snowy peaks, windy bridges, a misty cottage, mountains, an ancient ferry, flowing

a piece that evoked such imagery was no easy

who here would recognize it? Hattie remained

chosen the piece. He wanted

moment, then placed her hands on

never closely observed Violeta's playing, now

fingers-whether plucking, striking or strumming-was precise. The notes emerged from

the distinct charm of ancient music, seamlessly intertwined each segment with a poem and each poem

into

vivid pictures