Chapter 731
To no one’s surprise, the first contestant in the International Piano Competition finals gained a decent
score from the judgingmittee.
More contestants took to the stage for their turns, and while some flourished, others floundered.
As a special guest judge for thepetition, Caleb naturally scored the contestants as objectively as
he could.
One of the contestants got a very low score, yet she muttered through sobs, “I have no regrets left in
my life after meeting Mr. Powell in person. My heart is full even though I’ve lost.”
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Soon enough, it was Hera’s turn topete.
She took a deep breath before exiting backstage, her heels clicking across the floor.
Hera was confident of winning thepetition because of her recent hard work.
She did not disappoint Sisley as her fingers traveled nimbly across the ck and white keys and
brought a beautiful piece to life.
Hera’s piece of choice was technically challenging and would have stayed off the list of options of most
contestants, yet she did not shy away from theplexposition.
Her decision paid off. After shepleted her performance, the audience erupted into enthusiastic
apuse.
Hera stood up from the piano bench and grabbed the microphone. Then, she walked toward the
judgingmittee and said, “May I say a few words to Ms. Berry before the judges give their scores?”
Ashlyn looked at her coolly and replied, “Go on.”
They locked eyes as Hera deliberately wore an awkward smile, acting the part of a poor, bullied
woman.
“I hope you won’t deliberately give me a low score because of our personal grudges. After all, too many
rumors have been spreading on the web about your potential bias.”
The audience immediately directed shocked stares in Ashlyn’s direction.
Hera’s mention of biased behavior reminded them of the rumors spreading on Twitter, which alleged
that Ashlyn purposely assigned low scores to contestants she disliked.
Meanwhile, Ashlyn arched a brow in response, making her thickshed, almond eyes appear even
more seductive.
Then, Ashlyn deadpanned, “You seem to be a fan of rumors, Ms. Chapman. Why didn’t you remember
any rifications of the matter in other online articles? Instead, you only remembered the nderous
comments about me.”
In truth, Hera had brought up the rumors about Ashlyn’s unfair scoring out of concern that thetter
would give her a poor score.
She believed that public scrutiny would force Ashlyn to give her a slightly higher score even if she
underperformed.
After all, the public would believe that Ashlyn held a grudge against Hera if she graded her poorly.
“All right, judges. It’s time to give your score.” The host hastily spoke up to defuse the tense situation.
Ashlyn tossed aside her scoring device and dered, “Since Hera thinks I’m unfair, I’ll just forfeit my
score. I don’t want to appear biased and harm my reputation. It’s unfair to me too.”
Ashlyn’s deration stunned everyone in attendance.
A judge forfeiting her scoring rights was unprecedented since the induction of the International Piano
Competition.
Hera’s expression froze as she pondered the implications of Ashlyn’s decision. The score for each
contestant was an average of the five judges’ scores.
If she forfeits her right, only four judges will grade me instead of five. Will my average score be divided
by five or four?
Her breath caught in her throat, and she gritted her teeth in indignance.
That b*tch! How dare she set me up like this! If the scores are still divided by five, I’ll tank the
competition! It might be okay if they decided to divide it by four.
The host’s awkwardness was palpable as he asked, “What should we do now, Mr. Powell?”
Displeasure colored Caleb’s handsome face. He replied sternly, “Where are your manners? How can
you publicly question a judge’s integrity as a contestant? How did someone like you make it to the
finals?”
Apart from Ryan and Ashlyn, the other two judges on the panel looked away guiltily when they heard
Caleb’s words.
Lucas, who was d in a ck shirt with its sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscr forearms, had
been sitting beside Joseph at thepetition.
He crossed his legs elegantly as he sat. His handsome face, on the other hand, looked stony.
He narrowed his eyes and red coldly at Hera’s face.
Who the heck does she think she is to use Ashlyn in public?