A Graduation Gift novel Chapter 238

Rufus held Cassandra's hand and strode toward the stage, taking her along.

Looking at the two of them approaching, the crowd automatically cleared a path for them.

Amanda's face dulled, her lips pressed together. 'Why would Rufus bring Cassandra up here? What is he up to?' she wondered bitterly.

A hint of nervousness flashed through Lionel's eyes. Rufus's actions had perplexed him.

Cassandra, on the other hand, was in a daze. Even when they reached the stage, she still hadn't recollected her senses.

"Let Cassandra, Amanda and I perform together for this show!"

Rufus announced, taking the microphone. Then, he turned the speaker off and whispered to Cassandra, "Sing something. Anything is fine. I'll play the accompaniment music for you."

He turned the mic back on, fixing it on the stand and adjusting its height for Cassandra. He gave her an encouraging smile and a pat on her shoulder before he walked to the piano and took a seat.

Everyone in the room was shocked! The love triangle in the rumour was now on the stage, ready to perform together. What was this supposed to mean?

Some wondered if this was one of Rufus's business strategy to gain fame by becoming the hot topic all over the news.

Most of the crowd was curiously drawn to Cassandra, who, on the other hand, had no idea about what she was supposed to do. She had simply been dragged onto the stage, mindlessly, and then, asked to sing!

Even though part of her was pretty confident about her singing skills; truth was, she had never sung in front of so many people. The most she did was sometimes to hum and sing to herself in solitude.

Once, Rufus had joked saying she sang so well that she could even release an album of her own. Of course, she rejected the idea right away. She didn't want to become a publicly scrutinised singer. All she wanted was to work at her desk, drawing her sketches.

She found herself most relaxed working with the pen and the paper in silence, or making use of the design applications on the computer. It was almost meditative for her.

But in the moment, Cassandra had no chance to retreat. The mic was right in front of her, and hundreds of people were waiting for her to give them a performance. If she flinched, wouldn't she be viewed as a coward by the others in the industry?

What would they think of her—the head of the Qin Group wasn't even willing to sing a song at the charity dinner?

She couldn't let this happen!

'Never mind, just give it all!' she said to herself.

She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, preparing herself.

The crowd went quiet, all their eyes fixed on Cassandra.

"In that misty morning when I saw your smiling face.

You only looked at me and I was yours.

But when I turned around, you were nowhere to be seen.

You had walked away and closed the door.

When will I see you again;

When will the sky start to rain;

When will the stars start to shine;

When will I know that you're mine..."

The song she sang was called 'Fairy Tale.' Her voice was smooth and clear, like a nightingale. Every note, every tune, every syllable came out perfectly. It was almost as if she was a professional vocalist.

There was no hints of forced fanciness in her voice, no impure sounds. One could confidently say she sang as well as the singer who originally sung the song.

She began with acapella. Slowly, a gentle stream of piano music filled the air, mixing harmoniously with her voice.

"Did I ever meet you in the sunshine, and when we were about a thousand years away...

Did I ever hold you in the moonlight...Did we make every minute last another day...

On a cold December night, I gave my heart to you. And by the summer you were gone.

Now as the days grow older and the stars will start to dim.

All I have are memories and this song.

When will I see you again;

When will the sky start to rain;

When will the stars start to shine;

When will I know that you're mine..."

Getting comfortable with the stage, Cassandra pulled the mic out from the stand and walked toward the piano. Rufus couldn't play the piano as spectacularly as Amanda, but his adept way of playing was enough to accomplish a successful duet, and satisfy the crowd. After all, most of them weren't particularly music maestros and didn't have picky ears.

His fingers followed Cassandra's flowing voice as he raised his head and gazed at her, his eyes brimming with love.

A delightful smile crept up Rufus's face. It was as if the light from their eyes met in the air midways and played with each other, twisting and curling around, exerting glitter.

Amanda eyed them, completely sidelined.

"In that misty morning, I saw your smiling face…"