Fake Daughter Is The Real Legend (Iris Sutton) novel Chapter 293

The Composition Ending

The moment Olivia stepped onto the stage, Professor Park instinctively leaned back in her chair

The girl had left quite a psychological scar on her.

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Still, Olivia was a legitimate candidate participating through the normal process, so there was not Professor Park could say.

The piece Olivia performed was filled with sorrow.

Its melody flowed gently and mournfully.

After months of training, she could now play the piece from beginning to end without major mistakes. Her technical ability was average but acceptable.

As she played, she focused entirely on remembering what came next.

She didn’t have the attention to spare for the judges‘ expressions.

When Iris had performed earlier, the judges had looked genuinely astonished.

Now, as they listened to Olivia, their expressions looked almost copied and pasted–polite, professional, and completely unreadable.

No one could tell whether they liked the performance or hated it.

The livestream audience began commenting as well.

“This piece is so sad. It actually makes me feel depressed.”

“Seriously. It feels like it’s making me relive every painful memory I’ve ever had.”

“Wait a second… that’s the ending?”

“Why does it feel unfinished?”

“Exactly! It’s like someone promised a happy ending after all the suffering, but then the suffering just… stops. That’s it.”

“I’m glad someone else noticed! It feels incomplete.”

Meanwhile, Olivia felt fantastic.

She believed she had exceeded her usual performance level.

Not a single note had been played incorrectly.

She had complete confidence in the piece.

As long as her technique wasn’t full of obvious mistakes, she was convinced she would earn a place in

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association.

When she finished, she bowed to the judges.

Silence followed.

Several judges exchanged looks.

No one seemed to know how to begin their evaluation.

Mr. Liam’s face was cold.

Professor Park’s brows had twisted into a knot.

Both of them were struggling with the same question.

Neither spoke immediately.

To avoid an awkward silence, the newer judges were invited to comment first.

“I think it’s a good composition,” one judge said. “It has a lot of spirit. However, your performance skills still need improvement. You weren’t able to fully express the emotions of the piece.”

Another judge nodded.

“I agree. That said, creating something like this is already impressive. You clearly have talent as a composer. Technical ability can always be improved through practice. Keep working hard.”

The remaining judges offered similarly encouraging remarks.

The association placed great value on compositional talent.

Eventually, the microphone reached Professor Park. Her brows had relaxed slightly, but her expression had become strangely complicated.

She cleared her throat.

“Contestant, I need you to answer my next question honestly.”

Seeing the look on Professor Park’s face, Olivia felt a sudden sense of unease.

Still, she nodded obediently.

“Of course, Teacher.”

“Did you compose this piece yourself?”

The entire auditorium fell silent.

A storm crupted inside Olivia’s mind,

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What’s wrong with this woman?

Ca she actually tell?

Or is she bluffing?

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Forcing herself to remain calm, she replied, “I’m not sure what you mean, Teacher. This piece is u original work.”

Besides, she had modified it.

When she first obtained the composition, she thought the ending didn’t fit the earlier sections very well

Since she lacked the ability to rewrite it herself, she had used AI tools to help create an ending that sounded more pleasing to her ears.

Could they really accuse her of plagiarism just because of the final section?

Beside Professor Park, Mr. Liam picked up the microphone.

“The style of your opening section is extremely similar to a version I’ve heard before.”

He paused.

“Except the version I heard has never been released publicly.”

“It was a draft.”

Ethan immediately turned toward Iris, thinking he had found a conversation topic.

“You’ve been listening too, right? Do you think Olivia’s piece is original?”

He trusted Olivia completely.

He had asked her more than once whether her compositions were truly her own.

Every time, she had assured him that they were the result of her own blood, sweat, and tears.

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Not because it was funny.

Because she was angry.

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