Ghania Quinlan had previously joined her in a piano association competition and almost beat her for the first place, but in the end, it was revealed that her piece was plagiarized from soone else.
This showed that Ghania Quinlan herself didn’t have much ability.
She never paid much attention to such people.
"...Did you get soone to revise your piece for this ti?" This opportunity was too important, and Celine Tucker, especially concerned, asked again.
Caryn Zachmann forced herself to forget what had happened today at the Wilmar family, her face color eased, and she nodded, "I did. I’ve studied Lighten Chaser’s pieces. All she did was integrate traditional elents into rock music."
"This ti, I specifically had a group of folk artists revise my arrangent to incorporate traditional elents. Mr. Norton should like it."
As she talked about this, her entire being radiated confidence, standing with her back straight, she said to Celine, "Originally, I didn’t want to imitate soone else’s style, I am , and I believe my arrangent is flawless. The previous piano association award proved it; I won first place, which shows there was nothing wrong with the piece."
"It’s just that Mr. Norton likes traditional instrunts, and if I don’t incorporate traditional elents, I’m afraid he might dismiss with the sa criticism as last ti."
She really looked down on Lighten Chaser’s sort of offbeat music, but for the title of Mr. Norton’s student, she had to learn and mimic.
For her proud character, it was a kind of humiliation.
Caryn Zachmann pursed her lips, thought for a mont, then lowered her voice and said, "...Once I successfully beco Mr. Norton’s student, I should continue learning the piano. The Konghou is sothing to play with for fun, but it’s ultimately outdated! Look around the world at high-end concerts; you won’t find Konghou, Suona, Guzheng, Erhu, or such instrunts. It’s all piano, violin — if you want to reach the international stage, you have to rely on the piano."
She respected Mr. Norton’s achievents in music, but she aid for a higher stage, and the Konghou... didn’t rit her deep study.
She couldn’t understand why Mr. Norton was so fixated on traditional instrunts. Wasn’t it good to move with the tis?
"I don’t agree with you giving up the piano to study the Konghou either." Celine Tucker felt the sa and said indifferently, "Your piano skills have already passed Grade Eight, and you’ve reached performance level. There’s no need to abandon your forte to force yourself to study an instrunt you’re not skilled at. But you know Mr. Norton’s personality, his obsession with the Konghou."
Caryn Zachmann knew all too well about Shawn Norton’s obsession with the Konghou; it wasn’t a secret in their circle!
But the Konghou was too difficult, with many techniques already lost.
Even studying it didn’t make much sense.
Celine Tucker said, "He hasn’t found a suitable successor in all these years, and his preference for traditional music isn’t strange — after all, he beca a master today due to traditional instrunts! Just cater to his preferences in your arrangent, and once you get past this, it will all be fine."
"Mhm."
Caryn Zachmann replied and without wasting more ti, said to Celine, "Mom, I’m going to practice in the piano room and revise the arrangent a bit more."
"Go ahead." Celine Tucker didn’t hold her back but smiled warmly, watching her ascend the stairs, already looking forward to tomorrow.
*
The next day.
Nathalie Quinlan slept in until evening.
Sleeping too soundly resulted in her waking up with a bit of a stiff neck, turning it slightly allowed her to hear the sound of muscles and tendons being pulled at the nape.
After getting up, Nathalie took a bath, changed her clothes, and walked out pressing a hot towel to the nape, only then picking up the phone that had been charging on the table since last night.
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