Chapter 1515


    Arabe had no intention of taking on a formal mentorship, but her passion for the violin and her


    respect for the elders led her to leave her cell number anyway.


    "Do you dare to y another impromptu piece?" Alma challenged Arabe, mustering all her courage


    for a rematch, "Perhaps you''ve practiced thatst piece in secret. Let''s see who''s the real prodigy with


    a one-minute violin improvisation."


    Megan frowned upon hearing this. What was this girl thinking? Couldn''t she ept defeat?


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    A smirk yed on Arabe''s lips, and she was about to decline when she caught Beck winking


    furiously at her, as if to say, “When someone''s practically begging for a whooping, you better deliver.”


    "I''ll go first," Alma dered without waiting for Arabe''s consent and snatched the violin from her


    hands to perform her so-called spontaneousposition.


    Although it was billed as improvisation, the piece was actually the result of two months of meticulous


    work and countless revisions.


    "Not bad at all."


    "It''s got that youthful defiance. She''s young, full of dreams and fight. Makes me somewhat envious."


    "The tune is so positive; it''s oddly uplifting."


    Although it was meant to be a minute-long duel, Alma yed her piece in its entirety, taking up two


    minutes.


    "If we mustpete," Arabe took back the violin, "half a minute is all I need."


    Anger shed in Alma''s eyes, as if she wanted to protest Arabe''s perceived slight.


    But then, a majestic melody poured from Arabe''s strings, grander, more powerful, and more


    melodious than Alma''s.


    A sinking feeling hit Alma. Could it be that Arabe alsoposed violin pieces in her spare time,


    keeping them ready for moments like this?


    Arabe yed only the climax of her piece, leaving the audience craving more, and then she stopped,


    "You lost."


    The gap between their abilities was clear.


    "Was that really an improvisation?" Alma asked, unable to conceal her disbelief.


    Beverly felt a twinge of embarrassment for her daughter. Arabe''s piece, The Life, had already


    demonstrated a master''s prowess. Yet her daughter was still wallowing in defeat, foolishly hoping for a


    "In this lifetime, you''re barred from the world of violin; you agreed not to touch anything rted to it.


    That’s your words," Arabe’s remarks caused Alma staggered back, nearly losing her bnce.


    "They were ying for keeps."


    "It was just a friendly match; why make such a hefty bet? Having two talents in the violin world is better


    than one, right?"


    "But next to Arabe, Alma really does fall short."


    Thatstment was like twisting the knife in Alma''s wound.


    "A bet''s a bet. From now on, Alma will steer clear of the violin and its rted fields. Let''s consider


    tonight''s farce as a bit of added entertainment for the birthday bash."