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.”

this, the owner had no choice but

will

believed

to Violeta, who had remained silent.

replied, “No, I

the

the sheet music and began leafing

try ‘Eight

a talent for choosing the most challenging pieces. Mastering this one required not just technical

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

piece’s difficulty, and her enthusiasm waned. She glanced

time.

I’ll take the

slightly, doubting Violeta could truly bring out the piece’s essence. ‘Eight Views of Longpeace’ illustrated scenes like snowy peaks, windy bridges, a misty cottage, mountains, an ancient ferry, flowing

such imagery was no easy

the skill, who here would recognize

was precisely why the owner had chosen the piece.

then placed her hands on the strings

never closely 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 filled the

seamlessly intertwined each segment

found herself drawn into the world Violeta’s

melody painted vivid pictures in