Chapter 219

Citrine paid no mind to the murmurs and grumbling in the crowd below. She kept playing at her own steady pace, unfazed and composed.

As the voices of complaint grew louder, Citrine's hands moved ever more energetically across the piano's ivory and ebony keys. The music picked up speed, each note tumbling after the next, the melody surging and crashing like a violent storm-urgent, relentless, and heavy with emotion.

Her fingers flew so fast that all anyone could see were fleeting traces, the blur of motion left in their wake.

And yet, despite the breakneck tempo, she didn't miss a single note.

The music swelled, growing more and more intense, when suddenly someone in the audience gasped.

"Oh my God, that's 'Black Moonlight,' the signature piece of the late music legend! It's considered the most difficult piano composition in the world. I can't believe Citrine is playing it."

"And she hasn't missed a single note! Until now, only the legend himself could pull it off from start to finish."

mistaken, Ms. Carmichael hasn't looked at the sheet

almost a mirror of the legend himself. Honestly, her interpretation is even more

admit I was a bit loud earlier-I used to think Regina was talented,

a flawless performance of 'Black

...

faded, thunderous applause

high, beaming with pride-his granddaughter had

piano, let alone master the late legend's iconic piece. That performance alone was proof enough of Citrine's

basking in the glow of Citrine's triumph, shot Elbert a smug look. "Well? Isn't my

watching Weston strut about, was seething inside. He forced a strained smile. "Ms. Carmichael

stage, Weston

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