Rebirth vs. Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph

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.”

Seeing this, the owner had no choice

everyone wants to participate, we’ll change the rules. From the next round, everyone will

this, Hattie sat down, satisfied. She was currently leading in votes, with Violeta behind. Hattie believed the owner must have been biased towards Violeta before; otherwise, why would Violeta

who had remained silent. “Ms.

“No,

let’s start the third

the sheet music and began leafing through

‘Eight

challenging pieces. Mastering this one required not just technical skill but

the Eight Views of Centrefield. Even today, the region’s poem about these scenes remains well-known. Capturing the essence of these views in music was even more demanding than

the piece’s difficulty, and her enthusiasm waned.

first last time. You should go

take

illustrated scenes like snowy peaks, windy bridges,

a piece that evoked such imagery was no easy

who

had chosen the

placed her hands

had never closely observed

was flawless, each movement of her fingers-whether plucking, striking or strumming-was precise. The notes emerged from her fingertips, weaving

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

into

melody painted vivid