Chapter 233: Chapter 233: She’s the Clown?
The staff was efficient and quickly moved the cello onto the stage.
July Quinn also quickly sat down in front of the cello.
Everything was ready!
But July Quinn still hadn’t played a note, causing the people below the stage to mock her.
"You sure talked big, but now that the cello’s in your hands, you don’t know where to start, huh?"
"This is my first time seeing someone as reckless as July Quinn, slapping herself in the face."
"I bet she doesn’t know how to play at all, and now doesn’t know how to gracefully back down."
"How dare she insult the socialites of Westmarch? Does she think we’re easy to bully? I suggest that if July Quinn doesn’t perform anything today, we kick her out of Westmarch!"
In short, the more brazenly July Quinn mocked Holly Houston earlier, the more intense the heated discussions below the stage became.
However, no matter how noisy it was below, July Quinn kept her eyes closed, recalling the sheet music of "Praise of Love" in her mind.
She hadn’t touched a cello for a long time.
It seemed like ever since Monroe passed away, she hadn’t played.
Now, as she touched it, everything felt like it did when he was still around...
In a trance, she played the first note.
The following melody naturally followed.
Everything was like a mountain stream, the tinkling of springs, making people forget words, forget the clamor, forget everything, only wanting to be lost in this enchanting world of music.
But when this melodious tune resonated, some were immediately dumbfounded.
For example, Holly Houston, who was watching with amusement from below the stage.
"This, this... how can it be?"
She never imagined that someone in Westmarch could play the cello better than her.
The key point is that person was July Quinn.
And before stepping down from the stage, she even declared, "A competition of the same talent isn’t scary, it’s only embarrassing for whoever loses."
But after all the fuss, the one who lost was herself.
Not only was Holly Houston stunned, Justin Callahan’s mouth was wide open, and after a while, he was furious as he growled at Nina Quinn beside him.
"Didn’t you say July Quinn couldn’t do anything but play the drums?"
"I don’t know either. My grandpa said July wouldn’t go to school after elementary, let alone attend any training classes."
Nina Quinn was also bewildered, utterly confused.
She truly didn’t understand why someone like July Quinn, who didn’t even know a few words before, suddenly seemed skilled at everything.
At this moment, as she played on stage, she seemed to be radiating, dazzlingly, making everyone else her backdrop.
She had always thought everything was under her control.
But now, she felt everything slipping away like flowing sand, the tighter she grasped, the faster it slipped away.
"If she didn’t attend school or training classes, perhaps she learned something elsewhere?"
Indeed, the more July Quinn flaunted her skills, the more agitated Justin Callahan became.
"She lived in the countryside all her life, what could she possibly learn outside?"
Nina Quinn wanted to argue, but Justin Callahan coldly scolded her: "Shut up. It’s a good thing I came prepared today!"
July Quinn was truly radiant.
If they didn’t seize the moment to suppress her, there would be no better opportunity for revenge in the future.
Despite their bickering, it didn’t affect Kyle Keaton.
He was entirely focused, his eyes deep and unreadable.
Because the "Praise of Love" that July Quinn was playing made him feel a heart-wrenching familiarity.
But no, the person who played this piece for him in the past wasn’t her...
Amidst his chaotic thoughts, July Quinn’s performance came to an end.
When she nodded in gratitude, the entire venue erupted in thunderous applause.
"Oh my god, I was completely immersed in her music just now; it’s the first time I’ve ever felt such magic."
"I really thought July Quinn was casually criticizing Holly Houston’s terrible playing. But now, I feel like I’ve taken a slap to the face."
"A competition of the same talent isn’t scary, it’s only embarrassing for whoever loses. So now the embarrassed one is Holly Houston, right?"
Besides applauding, the people below couldn’t help but exchange their "insights" with each other.
Meanwhile, Holly Houston, who felt thoroughly humiliated by July Quinn’s cello performance, was on the verge of breaking the microphone in her hand in two.
The original plan was to embarrass July Quinn.
But in the end, the one embarrassed was herself!