"You mean, you’re going to perform with the cello?"
If the timing weren’t off, Holly Houston would have laughed and rolled on the floor.
A person who came back from the countryside, barely literate, actually wants to play the cello in front of everyone to gain fans like her?
Does she think the cello is as simple as a street whistle that anyone can play a few tunes on?
"Yeah, I’ll also perform the piece you just played."
July Quinn laughed again.
Fair-skinned and beautiful, with an ethereal charm.
But listening to this, Holly almost rolled her eyes.
A person like July, who has never even touched a cello, would be lucky to play a few notes, yet she wants to tackle the challenging "Praise of Love" like her.
But considering that the audience in front of the TV was watching her interaction with July, no matter how much she wanted to mock July, she could only restrain her expression and respond with a smile.
"Really? But that piece isn’t exactly easy."
"Actually, it’s manageable, it’s just that your performance was..."
At this point, July paused, moved a bit closer to Holly, and then continued, "Terrible."
Since July went on stage, the staff had clipped a small microphone onto her.
So her previous words, including the few deliberately emphasized ones, were clearly heard in every corner of the hall, including by every audience member watching the live broadcast.
At that moment, not only did Holly’s expression change, but even those who had just praised her for her looks couldn’t help but stand up for her.
"July Quinn is way too arrogant. Holly Houston’s cello playing is not just famous in the industry, but she also ranks among the top in national competitions. And she said Holly’s performance was trash?"
"I think July is probably too used to being praised by her brain-dead fans, so she’s lost her basic judgment, thinking she’s the only one with extraordinary skills, while everyone else is insignificant."
"July really has nothing going for her except her looks. Especially her character, tsk tsk tsk..."
There were many sighs from the audience, even Justin Callahan couldn’t help but criticize.
"Does July Quinn think that just because she can hit a few beats on a drum kit, there’s no one who can match her in the world?"
"But seeing her , I actually think heaven is fair; she’s traded her IQ for beauty."
Upon hearing that Justin didn’t think highly of July, Nina should have been happy. Check latest chapters at novel★fire.net
But, probably due to the psychological shadow inflicted by July recently, after hearing July’s mockery of Holly, Nina actually had a bad feeling.
Could it be that July really can play the cello?
And that her skill level is far above Holly’s?
But that’s impossible, July has been in the countryside for so long, how could she have access to these instruments?
In the midst of frustration and anxiety, Nina stealthily glanced at Kyle Keaton, hoping to catch a hint from his expression.
But the disheartening part was, even though Kyle’s gaze was fixed on July on the stage, it was deep and unreadable, offering no clues whatsoever.
Ultimately, Nina temporarily put aside all her chaotic thoughts and continued to focus on July on stage.
By this time, after silently cursing July up to the eighteenth generation of her ancestors, Holly finally calmed down, controlled her temper, and still faced her with a smile.
"Just being sharp-tongued won’t do. As others say, ’It’s not a big deal wearing the same clothes, whoever is ugly is awkward.’ The same goes for talent competitions, it’s only embarrassing for whoever loses. I’ll lend you my cello to perform, hoping Miss Quinn can play a ’Praise of Love’ that’s more beautiful than mine."
After speaking, she motioned for the staff to bring the cello on stage, and then she stepped down.
If she continued standing by July in this setting, she was really worried she might lose control and start a fight, showing everyone in Westmarch her brash and crazy side.
Indeed, Holly was convinced that July’s so-called cello-playing was just a ploy to provoke her into losing control.
She must not fall for it; she had to let July complete the performance and make a fool of herself in public!