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."

this, the owner

From the next round, everyone will get a vote, and the participant

Hattie believed the owner must have been biased towards Violeta before; otherwise,

who had remained

replied, "No, I

the third

sheet music and began leafing through

'Eight Views

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

Eight Views of Centrefield. Even today, the region's poem about these scenes remains

piece's difficulty, and her enthusiasm waned. She

time. You should go first this

I'll take

Longpeace' illustrated scenes like snowy peaks, windy bridges, a misty

that evoked such imagery was no

skill, who here would recognize it?

the owner had chosen the piece. He wanted to

for a moment, then placed her hands on the strings and

never closely observed Violeta's playing, now

strumming-was precise. The notes emerged from her fingertips, weaving a melody that gradually

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

drawn into the

vivid pictures