Genius Wife Is Naughty Again novel Chapter 882

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 882

Emily was basking in the praises everybody showered her with. Therefore, an ugly expression surfaced on her face when she was interrupted all of a sudden. Even so, she did her best to conceal her expression and pretentiously replied, “Okay!”

Walking over to her piano slowly, she took her seat, picked up the microphone, and said, “I will be playing an original song titled ‘Fireworks’. Please enjoy.”

After that, everybody in the audience stared at the stage with bated breath. Even the audiences watching the live broadcast felt nervous for her. Meanwhile, the people within the music industry glanced at the girl on the stage with high expectations. Turning around, one of them asked, “Mr. Hilbert, do you think your protégé will win?”

Hilbert frowned and shook his head—he did not know. Originally, the probability of winning was quite high. But… Leaving aside the fact that Roxy is equal to Emily in terms of skill, Roxy’s teacher will surely be superior in skill! Upon receiving his response, the people within the music industry felt very strange as to why he did not have the slightest trace of delight on his face.

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On the stage, Emily ran her fingers over the black and white keys of the piano under everybody’s gaze. The melodious sound of a ‘Do’ note slowly floated into the audience’s ears, then a beautiful melody soon began to play inside the huge theatre.

The song ‘Fireworks’ was a rather difficult song to play, especially during its climax. Only a skillful pianist could pull off that song. Moreover, the overall theme of the song was powerful and vibrant—it was wild and free—every bit of the song was perfectly balanced.

At this moment, Emily was completely immersed in her performance. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her slender and white hands were dancing across the black and white piano keys.

The other contestants waiting backstage were gripped by nervousness, except for Janet. She lazily leaned back in her chair with her eyes half-closed, listening to Emily’s original song, ‘Fireworks’. I have to admit that Emily’s ‘arranging skills’ have gotten much better. Unless one was a professional or had heard the original version before, one could not tell that the song was an arranged piece. Languidly looking at the screen in front of her, she chuckled softly with a wicked look in her eyes.