Chapter 205


    Taking the microphone from the host after her performance, Arabe casually said, “I wrote the song


    it without the score.”


    Talking about proof!


    Attlee and Olga in the audience were gobsmacked, finding it hard to believe that this chick who just


    nailed the piano performance used to be their daughter.


    Wasn’t she supposed to be all thumbs? And always ice–cold? How could she y the piano? And such


    a difficult piece at that.


    Rumor had it that someone once offered a fortune to Maestro Melody topose a piece but was


    turned down. Who would’ve thought that the one who snubbed them was none other than Arabe.


    Serena was also taken aback that Arabe was Maestro Melody. Her performance just now clearly put


    her head and shoulders above everyone else! And to think she had been showing off right in front of


    her! How embarrassing was that?!


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    Ynda, totally floored but refusing to admit it, retorted, “No way! President Jasmine said that this song


    is already in the textbooks. You must have gotten a sneak peek at the sheet music to embarrass me,


    and learned it by heart!” There was no way she could’ve yed it so smoothly!


    She was only able to learn the piano by mooching off the Murphy family’s wealth after taking over her


    position as their daughter. Nothing to brag about! After hearing Arabe’s performance, Frida was


    shell–shocked. She had just publicly yed the climax of Maestro Melody’s piece. What if Maestro


    Melody thought she sucked?


    Seeing Ynda still in denial, Jasmine’s got her blood boiling, “So if you insist that you single–handedly


    showdown here with Maestro Melody?”


    A showdown??


    “You and Maestro Melody will each have ten minutes to improvise. If you really have talent and your


    improvisation can surpass Maestro Melody’s, then we will recognize your ability!” With that, Jasmine


    gave her a cold stare, “The ball is in your court!”


    From the side, Arabe chimed in, “We don’t need ten minutes.”


    She sat at the piano and casually yed a melody. Without any preparation or thoughtful


    consideration, her music was still pleasing to the ears. After ying a light and joyful tune, Arabe


    switched to a majestic melody which clearly conveyed anger. This was followed by a sad melody, and


    ended with a cheerful tune that lifted everyone’s spirits.


    She used her music to express “joy,” “anger, “sorrow,” and “happiness.” The audience erupted into


    thunderous apuse. Her technique, her ability to improvise, the style and level of her melodies, all


    proved she was Melody!!!


    The apuse was deafening and seemed tost forever. Even Keh and Louisa were pping like


    crazy. They never expected their little girl to be such a whiz at the piano. She rocked!


    Ynda’s face was a blend of shock and shame.


    Arabe’s piano skills were not only superior to hers, but also far surpassed everyone present! She


    really was Melody!