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.”

the owner had no

rules. From the next round, everyone will get a vote, and

Hattie sat down, satisfied. She was currently leading in votes, with Violeta behind. Hattie believed the owner

owner turned to Violeta, who had remained silent. “Ms. White,

replied, “No,

let’s start the third

the sheet music and

‘Eight Views

required not just technical skill but also

Even today, the region’s poem about these scenes

and her enthusiasm waned. She

last time. You should go

I’ll take

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 waters, and evening

piece that evoked such imagery was no

if Violeta possessed the skill, who here would recognize it? Hattie

was precisely why the owner had chosen the piece. He wanted to gauge Violeta’s

placed her hands on the strings

who had never closely observed Violeta’s playing,

fingers-whether plucking, striking or strumming-was precise. The notes emerged from her fingertips, weaving a

steeped in the distinct charm of ancient music, seamlessly intertwined each

drawn into the world

painted vivid

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