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 but

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

Hattie believed the owner must have been biased towards Violeta before; otherwise, why would Violeta

Violeta, who had remained silent. “Ms. White, do you

“No, I

start the third

up the sheet music and began leafing through

try ‘Eight

this one required not just technical skill but also the ability

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

knew of the piece’s difficulty, and her enthusiasm waned. She glanced at

I played first last time. You should go first

take the

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

piece that evoked such imagery was no easy

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

the owner had chosen the piece. He wanted to gauge

then placed her hands on

observed Violeta’s playing,

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

Hattie found herself drawn into the

vivid

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