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.”

owner

next round, everyone will get a vote,

currently leading in votes, with Violeta behind. Hattie believed the owner must

remained silent. “Ms.

“No, I

let’s start the third

the sheet music and began

‘Eight

most challenging pieces. Mastering this one required

years ago, this composition depicted 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

difficulty, and her enthusiasm waned.

I played first last time. You should go first this

I’ll take

Violeta could truly bring out the piece’s essence. ‘Eight Views of Longpeace’ illustrated scenes like snowy peaks, windy bridges, a

piece that evoked such imagery was no easy

the skill, who here

precisely why the owner had chosen the piece. He

placed her hands on

never closely observed Violeta’s playing, now

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

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

Hattie found herself drawn into the world Violeta’s

vivid pictures in her