Chapter 881
Serevia, where the event takes place, is a city of music that seems to be surrounded by musical notes, where every street and every building exudes a strong artistic flavour.
The next morning, I arrived at the competition venue.
The grandeur of the concert hall took my breath away—this was a place where history had been made, where the greatest musicians in the world had
once stood.
The building itself was a marvel, a towering testament to the power of music, with acoustics that were second to none.
It was the kind of place that could either elevate a performer to greatness or crush them under the weight of its expectations.
As I walked through the grand entrance, my nerves began to fray.
I had never played in such a magnificent setting before, and the sheer scale of it was daunting.
My heart raced, a mix of excitement and anxiety churning in my chest.
And then, amidst the sea of faces, I saw her–Aria.
She was impossible to miss, dressed in a gown so extravagant it seemed to shimmer with every movement.
The fabric was a deep, royal blue, adorned with intricate beadwork that caught the light in a thousand different ways.
Her hair was swept up in an elegant style, and her makeup was flawless, enhancing her already striking features.
It was as if the entire room was drawn to her, captivated by her presence.
Aria had always known how to command attention, how to be the star of the show.
Our eyes met, and Aria’s expression shifted. With a bright, almost too–sweet smile, she glided over to me, her arms outstretched as if to embrace an old friend.
“Elizabeth! It’s so good to see you here,” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with false warmth.
She pulled me into a hug, her perfume overwhelming my senses.
But as she leaned in, her voice dropped to a whisper, cold and cutting.
“You’re screwed,” she hissed, the words sharp and cruel against my ear.
I smiled back and said lightly, “Good luck with your playing.”
Aria’s face stiffened slightly, the subtle shift in her expression betraying her feelings.
She must have caught the undertone in my words, the veiled mockery of her piano skills.
The anger flashed briefly in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself, forcing a smile as she noticed the cameras still pointed at us.
It was a strained smile, and I knew it took everything in her to maintain that façade.
I didn’t care. This was a competition, and I had my own battle to fight.
I, on the other hand, was ignored.
No one knew who I was; to them, I was just another nameless contestant, a rookie who wouldn’t make a headline.
I didn’t mind the anonymity.
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In fact, I welcomed it.
If allowed me to move through the crowd unnoticed, a shadow among the lights.
I overheard a reporter not far away, her voice enthusiastic as she reported. “There are rumors that the daughter of piano master Orlando Martini also participating in this year’s competition, but she remains elusive. It’s still unclear which contestant might be the one.”
I was glad for that. The pressure of living up to the name Orlando Martin was immense.
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