Chapter 801


    Jenna''s face turned even redder. She had just opened her mouth, but found that her throat was sore.


    Last night... her voice had be hoarse.


    She felt embarrassed and shy.


    Feeling ufortable, she said, "Water... I want water."


    Her voice was raspy and her throat felt like there were sand particles rubbing against it.


    Brayden quickly went to get her a ss of warm water and brought it to her. "Drink this, Jenna."


    After drinking the water, Jenna felt a little better. "You don''t have to apologize. Thepetition is about


    She hadposed more than one piece of music under Sylvia''s guidance. Although she was a bit


    nervous, she was confident in Sylvia''s judgment and skill.


    "I shouldn''t have..." Brayden felt ashamed although the feeling of kissing Jenna was sweet and


    addictive; he knew that if their actions affected her performance in thepetition, then he would be


    responsible for ruining everything.


    But at this moment, neither of them realized one thing: they hadn''t used birth controlst night...


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    Brayden wasn''t thinking too much about it because he was still young while Jenna didn''t know any


    better either.


    So after finishing the ss of water, she forced herself to take a shower despite feeling sore all over


    fromst night''s activities.


    Thepositionpetition venue:


    Sylvia smirked slightly as she said, "It seems like things got pretty intensest night since they haven''t


    shown up yet."


    Franklin snorted coldly, "Looks like I didn''t work hard enoughst night which is why you woke up so


    early."


    Sylvia remained silent as Jasper sat in his seat, wondering who he even was or where he currently


    stood, since he couldn''t hear or see anything around him at all anymore.


    "Thepetition is about to start soon; if they don''t show up now then they''ll bete," Sylvia yawned


    tiredly as she hadn''t slept well either due to staying upte working on things with Brayden and Jenna.


    Mrs. Ritter came over with Ashlyn when they noticed that Jenna still hadn''t shown up yet.


    Ashlyn looked smug as she muttered, "Could it be that she''s too scared? Composing three pieces isn''t


    an easy task after all; maybe all we''ll get from her is just one song."


    Mrs. Ritter looked emotionless as she watched the other contestants lining up ready for entry into the


    venue, "Who knows whether or not she''lle? Just because Sylvia has supported her doesn''t mean


    that everything will go smoothly without any obstacles along the way."


    The staff responsible for escorting the contestants stood up, looking around for a thin girl they


    remembered seeing earlier. "Are there any more contestants to be escorted?" he called out loudly.


    No one answered him.


    Sylvia frowned. "Maybe we should call Jenna."


    This was getting urgent - could it be that Brayden had been too much for herst night and she couldn''t


    get up? If that were the case...


    She pulled out her phone and started dialing, but then saw Jenna hurrying over with Brayden''s help.


    "Here I am, here I am," she panted.


    "She''ste! She can''t enter!" Ashlyn crowed triumphantly, standing up. "There are rules in this


    Jenna turned pale at Ashlyn''s words. Was she reallyte? Brayden was equally shocked: if they


    couldn''tpete because of this... he didn''t even want to think about it...


    The staff member checked his watch coldly and looked at Ashlyn. "There are still thirty seconds left so


    technically she isn''tte yet. Come on over and get your number tag."


    Jenna breathed a sigh of relief and went to register quickly before rushing backstage.


    Ashlyn stomped her foot angrily as she sat back down. "That''s not fair! She was clearlyte!"


    She gritted her teeth in frustration - why did Jenna always get special treatment just because she was


    pretty with soft skin? It made her sick.


    "What can you do? Even if shepetes, there''s no way she''ll win anything good," Mrs. Ritter


    consoled Ashlyn by patting her hand gently. "We''ll just sit here and wait patiently."


    As they spoke, thepetition began.


    Mother and daughter sat in the front row, while world-renowned musicposers judged from their


    seats.


    The first contestant from Vienna took the stage; he was said to have exceptional talent.


    After his performance ended gracefully, apuse erupted like waves crashing onto shore.


    Backstage, everyone noticed when Jenna arrived since only two days ago had won first ce in a


    pianopetition.


    "Why would someone who already won a pianopetition bother entering aposition contest?"


    people whispered amongst themselves incredulously.


    "Yeah, we were notpeting against each other, but she had toe over here," Jenna said.


    "It''s really annoying," someone whispered nearby, filled with hostility towards Jenna.


    After all, the crown of champion was something everyone wanted. She had one and yet still


    participated in thepositionpetition. Anyone who saw her would envy and be jealous of her.


    Jenna pretended not to hear their voices and silently recited the song she had created in her heart.


    There is a big difference betweenposing and arranging music. Composing is creating a song by


    oneself as the main focus while arranging is a concept that generally appears inmercial music.


    In order to facilitate mass production under industrialized conditions in the music industry, musicians


    sometimes divide music creation into several stages such asposing, orchestration, score


    preparation, performance recording, music engineering production, mixing/mastering... Arranging is just


    one of them.


    Composing was rtively purest and most primitive way of expressing music. Therefore, good or bad


    could be immediately seen because it had not been processed afterwards yet.


    "My song has gone through many modifications before finally finding inspiration on the sea," Jenna


    said proudly.


    "My song was inspired during winter when I admired blossoms. Ah - for three years straight I prepared


    for thispetition destroying countless songs until I finally picked out three satisfactory ones."


    "I''m going bald from preparing for thispetition."


    These people continued their lively discussion.


    A woman couldn''t help but ask Jenna, "What''s your source of inspiration?"


    Jenna bit her lip "I don''t have any inspiration; I just create when I want to..."


    As soon as she said this, she immediately attracted many people''s attention; everyone looked at her


    curiously.


    The woman asked curiously "How long did it take you to create your three songs for thepetition?"


    "Uh... after registering, they were made within a few days."


    After hearing what Jenna said everyone looked shocked or disdainful.


    Is that strange?


    "You wrote three songs within days?" A malepetitor scrutinized her up and down thinking that


    those songs'' quality definitely couldn''t be praised highly enough.


    "They must have been hastily put together," anotherpetitor added sarcastically.


    Jenna''s face turned slightly red, with a hint of embarrassment. "My level is very poor, and I don''t want


    to participate in thepositionpetition... participating in thepetition was an ident."


    As soon as she said this, everyone immediately thought that her level must be inadequate.


    They all had to go through a long process ofposing, revising and seeking inspiration for their


    Writing three pieces in just a few days? For them, it was simply impossible.


    Even if they could write something, the quality would be very poor.


    So they assumed that Jenna''sposition must be extremely bad and not pleasing to the ear.


    Soon it was Jenna''s turn on stage.


    After all the sound equipment was set up, she stood on stage and took out a small object from her


    pocket.


    The host looked at her with some surprise. "What is this? Miss Shepherd can tell us?"


    "This is a kind of ocarina from H Rovirsa."


    She blew into it and beautiful music echoed throughout the concert hall.


    Almost everyone present was attracted by this sudden sound. They began to listen carefully to Jenna''s


    ying.


    The sound was very special and pleasant;pletely different from piano or saxophone sounds. It had


    an open and rxed feeling about it - something unique that caught even these world-ss musicians


    off guard.


    Even those backstage were curious. "Why does this music sound so good? It doesn''t seem like piano


    or violin; definitely not cello."


    "What kind of instrument is this?"


    "It''s strange but also delightful."


    Mrs. Ritter''s face changed suddenly. "She can y ocarina? Damn!"


    Almost everyone was attracted, and as soon as the song ended, enthusiastic apuse erupted.


    The judge eximed excitedly, "This piece was very beautiful. Can I borrow your instrument to take a


    look?"