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.”

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

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

Hattie believed the owner

to Violeta, who had remained

“No,

let’s start the third round,

the sheet music and

‘Eight

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

the region’s poem about these scenes remains well-known. Capturing the essence of these views in

of the piece’s difficulty, and

time. You should

take

scenes like snowy peaks, windy bridges, a misty cottage, mountains, an ancient ferry, flowing waters,

evoked such

the skill, who here would recognize

owner had chosen the piece. He wanted

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

observed

flawless, each movement of her fingers-whether plucking, striking or 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 each poem with

herself drawn into the

painted vivid pictures in her