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From the distance, melodious piano notes drifted from the auditorium.
Phyllis was playing the same piece as in my past life.
Chopin's "Moonlight Sonata."
She sat before the pure white grand piano in her silver cocktail dress.
The entire stage was dark except for a single spotlight illuminating her—like she was the lone, shining star in the night.
Just like last time.
Back when she stood on my engagement stage, trampling over my ruin, so dazzling it was blinding.
I ran down the aisle between the rows of seats, shoving past the security guards and host trying to stop me.
Standing in that single beam of light, I kicked Phyllis aside and slammed my fist down on the piano.
As she stared at me, frozen in disbelief, I completely lost it.
"Play, fucking play! How fucking dare you!"
"You send your pathetic lapdog fucking push me down the stairs, and you're still sitting here playing like nothing happened?!"
I knew perfectly well.
The special admissions officer Ulric had invited was sitting in the audience right now.
In my past life, after listening her playing, he had approached Phyllis and offered her a single VIP admission spot—the only one available.
She had accepted.
This was just the first step toward her glittering future.
Later, with Ulric’s careful planning, she became the prized apprentice of a legendary pianist.
I had been preparing for a film role as an autistic piano prodigy. My manager arranged for me to study under that same master.
That night, Ulric cornered me outside my house. His expression was filled with nothing but disgust.
"Ivetta, when the fuck are you gonna stop?"
"You’re jealous of Phyllis because she’s better than you, so now you’re tearing up her handwritten sheet music for her teacher?"
"Fucking pathetic."
I was bewildered for several seconds, and the moment I tried to defend myself
But he cut me off with a wave of his hand.
"Save your bullshit."
"I won't believe a single word of your excuses."
As the gasps and murmurs of the audience filled the air, I heard someone shriek.
"Blood! Look at all the blood on her dress!"
The dress stained with blood and dirt, my disheveled hair, and my visibly swollen ankle.
Every detail on my body confirmed the truth of my words.
Phyllis, shaking, clutched the piano bench and struggled to her feet.
Her eyes, meeting mine, briefly revealed bone-deep hatred before resuming their usual innocent vulnerability.
"Ivetta, I don't know what you're talking about—there must be some misunderstanding."
"But this is my performance, and out of respect for the audience, you really shouldn’t—"
Ulric shot up from his seat, his voice booming through the hall.
"Ivetta Wintermere, have you fucking lost your mind?!"
I ignored him completely, brushed Phyllis aside, and sat down on the bench.
I began playing Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5—the Fate Symphony.
In my past life, I practiced this piece for three months straight for a role to play it by my own self.
I wasn't a master, but it was more than adequate for this moment.
The powerful notes, accompanied by slight electric feedback, resonated through the vast auditorium dome.
When the last note faded, I turned and locked eyes with her.
"You ruined my birthday party, poisoned my relationship with my brother, spread rumors about me to my family and friends—those are small matters I'll repay in my own way."
"But you instructed Finnian to push me down the stairs, trying to break my leg just to keep me off this stage—"
I paused, staring at her suddenly pale face, then let out a scornful laugh.
"Piano is the only thing you’ve ever been proud of."
"And yet, you don’t even have the fucking guts to compete with me head-on?"
Phyllis was playing the same piece as in my past life.
Chopin's "Moonlight Sonata."
She sat before the pure white grand piano in her silver cocktail dress.
The entire stage was dark except for a single spotlight illuminating her—like she was the lone, shining star in the night.
Just like last time.
Back when she stood on my engagement stage, trampling over my ruin, so dazzling it was blinding.
I ran down the aisle between the rows of seats, shoving past the security guards and host trying to stop me.
Standing in that single beam of light, I kicked Phyllis aside and slammed my fist down on the piano.
As she stared at me, frozen in disbelief, I completely lost it.
"Play, fucking play! How fucking dare you!"
"You send your pathetic lapdog fucking push me down the stairs, and you're still sitting here playing like nothing happened?!"
I knew perfectly well.
The special admissions officer Ulric had invited was sitting in the audience right now.
In my past life, after listening her playing, he had approached Phyllis and offered her a single VIP admission spot—the only one available.
She had accepted.
This was just the first step toward her glittering future.
Later, with Ulric’s careful planning, she became the prized apprentice of a legendary pianist.
I had been preparing for a film role as an autistic piano prodigy. My manager arranged for me to study under that same master.
That night, Ulric cornered me outside my house. His expression was filled with nothing but disgust.
"Ivetta, when the fuck are you gonna stop?"
"You’re jealous of Phyllis because she’s better than you, so now you’re tearing up her handwritten sheet music for her teacher?"
"Fucking pathetic."
I was bewildered for several seconds, and the moment I tried to defend myself
But he cut me off with a wave of his hand.
"Save your bullshit."
"I won't believe a single word of your excuses."
As the gasps and murmurs of the audience filled the air, I heard someone shriek.
"Blood! Look at all the blood on her dress!"
The dress stained with blood and dirt, my disheveled hair, and my visibly swollen ankle.
Every detail on my body confirmed the truth of my words.
Phyllis, shaking, clutched the piano bench and struggled to her feet.
Her eyes, meeting mine, briefly revealed bone-deep hatred before resuming their usual innocent vulnerability.
"Ivetta, I don't know what you're talking about—there must be some misunderstanding."
"But this is my performance, and out of respect for the audience, you really shouldn’t—"
Ulric shot up from his seat, his voice booming through the hall.
"Ivetta Wintermere, have you fucking lost your mind?!"
I ignored him completely, brushed Phyllis aside, and sat down on the bench.
I began playing Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5—the Fate Symphony.
In my past life, I practiced this piece for three months straight for a role to play it by my own self.
I wasn't a master, but it was more than adequate for this moment.
The powerful notes, accompanied by slight electric feedback, resonated through the vast auditorium dome.
When the last note faded, I turned and locked eyes with her.
"You ruined my birthday party, poisoned my relationship with my brother, spread rumors about me to my family and friends—those are small matters I'll repay in my own way."
"But you instructed Finnian to push me down the stairs, trying to break my leg just to keep me off this stage—"
I paused, staring at her suddenly pale face, then let out a scornful laugh.
"Piano is the only thing you’ve ever been proud of."
"And yet, you don’t even have the fucking guts to compete with me head-on?"
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