Chapter 201


    No, she couldn’t just fess up to the giarism! That’d be the end of her piano career for the rest of her


    life. The glory ofing second would be gone in a blink. The jeers and jabs would push her into the


    abyss. The scandal would stick to her like glue for life, and she’d be aughing stock.


    If she owned up to the theft, her parents and Zachary would be majorly disappointed. Her aunt and


    uncle would loathe her even more, barring her from the Murphy family. Those who had supported and


    liked her would drop her like a hot potato.


    Gritting her teeth, she shot back, “That’s just your side of the story. Included in textbooks? Who saw


    that?”


    Jasmine, seeing Ynda still ying dumb, was fuming, “Alright, I’ll make you eat your words!”


    She had someone snap a picture of thetest textbook and projected the score onto the big screen.


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    “This is Melody’s piece, ‘Wish‘!” Jasmine said, looking around, “Those who can read music will see the


    simrities. It’s not just a line or two that’s the same, the entire climax is copied!”


    “Oh yeah, it really is.”


    “The climax is exactly the same!”


    “President Jasmine isn’t ndering her, she did giarize.”


    “Maestro Melody’s intro and outro are way better than Ynda’s!”


    *For those of you who can’t read music, don’t worry. I’ll have someone y Melody’s climax, so you


    can hear for yourself if they are the same!” Eventually, Jasmine turned to Frida, “You go.”


    Frida was a bit taken aback by President Jasmine’s sudden call, but quickly sat down at the piano and


    yed the climax of Maestro Melody’s piece as disyed on the screen.


    The identical melody rang out in everyone’s ears, and even Attlee and Olga, who had initially defended


    their daughter, were stunned. They couldn’t read sheet music, but it was hard to deny the giarism


    when the music was exactly the same.


    Each note Frida yed felt like a p in the face for Ynda, who by the end was as white as a sheet.


    Among the front row spectators were this year’spetition judges, who had initially thought highly of


    Ynda, especially Professor Lydia, who was particrly fond of her.


    Ynda’s second ce wasrgely due to her support. But now, with the damning evidence, she was


    disappointed and furious.


    After Frida finished ying the climax, the host, knowing Ynda’s giarism was clear as day, picked


    up the mic and said solemnly, “It’s not right to reap the fruits of someone else’s hard work without their


    permission, infringing on their rights.”