Chapter 688
"She's not mad, merely composing her own music," one voice whispered in the crowd.
Another chimed in, "Perhaps it's a pang of jealousy towards Sarah, a desire to outshine her. But, of course, it all hinges on her level of expertise."
A third voice added, "In this day and age, anyone can compose music. It's a downright insult to the art form."As the murmurs of speculation continued, a cheerful melody began to resonate, punctuated by the soft tinkling of piano keys. The crowd gradually fell silent, their attention captivated by the new composition. It was a lively tune, tinged with a hint of melancholy that immediately transported many back to their college days, to tearful farewells and the pursuit of dreams. It was nostalgic, yet invigorating.Joseph watched the woman on stage, radiant under the spotlight, with disbelief etched on his face. She kept her head bowed, yet her aura was undeniable. She had always had this knack for surprising him, time and time again. It was no wonder she had the audacity to take the stage; her piano skills and her voice far surpassed Sarah's.Megan, observing Joseph's smitten expression, felt her sanity slipping. She had expected Sie to make a fool of herself once again. Why was it that three years ago, Sie had been as insignificant as an ant, easily crushed underfoot, but now, three years later, all of Madison's men were looking at her with admiration? And Sarah, standing next to Sie, wore a mask of embarrassment, her face pale. No one understood Sie better than Sarah. This was the style at which Sie excelled.The piece concluded with a final, lingering note. "Excellent." Dylan began the applause. "Well sung, well played, and well composed."
Mr. Reed from Nexova Group asked in astonishment, "Sie, did you really compose this piece yourself?" "I composed the music and wrote the lyrics on my own," Sie replied, standing and bowing deeply to Dylan, "Mr. Dylan, I've heard much about your illustrious reputation." Dylan heaped praise upon her, "Sie's talent has only now come to light. It's truly a pity. Would you consider a debut? I have many connections in the music industry. I could...""Thank you for your generous offer, Mr. Dylan. However, music is not my dream, merely a hobby," Sie politely declined. "I have many responsibilities and simply cannot commit."Mr. Reed chuckled. "Dylan, you're unaware that Sie is a globally renowned architect.""That's a shame," Dylan replied, looking at her with newfound admiration.It was then that Evelyn interjected, "Sie, did you plagiarize Sarah's song? Your style seems strikingly similar to Sarah's hit song." The crowd fell silent. Someone remarked, "Now that you mention it, it does seem somewhat similar."
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