As the sand painting unfolded, everyone clearly saw that war had broken out in the man’s holand.
The sound of the piano was like a dense shower of raindrops, compact yet incredibly smooth, making the audience clench their fists in tension for the man.
The flas of war raged in all directions, and to save his country, the man fought the enemy forces by himself, ultimately leading his people to victory.
However, the man was struck by a flying arrow.
Blood gushed from his chest.
At this mont, the woman with a moon mark on her forehead finally broke free from Zeus’s grasp and arrived on the battlefield.
But what she saw was the man lying in a pool of blood.
"Boom——"
The piano emitted a discordant noise, as if echoing the sound of the woman’s heart shattering and breaking.
The sand painting plate finally turned into a jet-black scene, and the piano music ca to an abrupt halt.
In the end, the sand painting displayed a line of text: "inthemoonlight".
The auditorium was silent, but the sound of sobbing began to rise throughout.
Everyone was captivated by the power of the combined imagery and music, as if they had truly witnessed the unfolding story.
When Willow Grant opened her eyes again, she found tears had unwittingly stread down her face.
The tears flowed continuously, drenching her entire face.
Willow Grant, in shock, gazed towards the stage, towards the spotlighted Sumr Monroe.
At this mont, she distinctly saw the vast gap between herself and Sumr Monroe.
Thousands of miles apart.
Out of her reach and beyond her grasp.
Willow Grant’s mind went blank, unable to think at all, and even her legs couldn’t support her; she collapsed weakly onto the ground.
anwhile, on stage, Sumr Monroe’s forehead was beaded with sweat. She exhaled softly, stood up, and walked to the center of the stage, bowing to the audience.
"Thank you everyone, my performance is over."
With these words, the audience, still imrsed in the piano lody, began to co back to their senses.
—Due to her strong prejudice against Sumr Monroe, Willow Grant was the first to snap out of it.
Now everyone finally erged from the story.
"Clap, clap, clap..." It was unclear who started clapping first.
Then everyone spontaneously raised their hands and clapped vigorously.
The applause was thunderous, loud enough to almost raise the roof of the auditorium.
Locke Berg struggled to close his gaping mouth, and found his voice, shouting excitedly, "Unbelievable, unbelievable!"
In his lifeti, he actually heard a live version of "inthemoonlight", more beautiful than the piece left by the most outstanding musician of the last century.
The two musicians next to Locke Berg also finally found their voices—
"Genius, this must be a genius! Who is she?! I want to take her as my student!"
"Take her as a student? You wish?" Another musician shouted, "I want to beco her disciple!"
"Get out of the way!" Locke Berg pushed the two aside and ran directly to the stage.
In front of everyone, he knelt down to Sumr Monroe, bowing and exclaiming, "Miss, please take as your apprentice! I am willing to give everything just to learn from you for a while!"
Everyone present was stunned.
Could they be seeing this correctly??
Locke Berg, this contemporary world’s greatest pianist, actually knelt before Sumr Monroe, begging to be her pupil??
Imdiately after, the other two pianists refused to lag behind and rushed onto the stage, kneeling before Sumr Monroe one after the other.
Of course, there is no tradition of kneeling abroad, but they understood the local customs.
In Cathaysia, a proper apprenticeship required kneeling.
And this girl was worth kneeling to!
Seeing this, Willow Grant turned pale and trembled all over.
She had never imagined that Locke Berg and the others, who always sneered at her, would kneel to Sumr Monroe.
This wasn’t just kneeling; it was a slap in her face.
Beating her until she was bruised and battered.
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