No, 'flex' was far too cheap a word for this.
This was utter domination.
Nadine's face drained of all color in an instant.
Even with her limited musical background, she could easily tell that every single sequence Nora casually tossed out was infinitely superior to the track she had paid a fortune for.
And not just by a small margin.
It was a fundamental gap in quality—a crushing display of raw talent that created a chasm Nadine could never cross in a hundred lifetimes.
What fueled her despair even more was that Nora was only using one hand.
Her left hand.
Her right arm hung lazily by her side, never once touching the keys.
One hand.
Impromptu.
Uninterrupted.
Words like 'awesome' couldn't even begin to describe this.
She was using pure, unfiltered skill to show the world—
What ROSE truly meant.
What it meant to be the most legendary composer in the industry.
Nora played for nearly three minutes before finally bringing the performance to a gentle close.
The studio remained locked in silence for several long seconds before detonating into deafening applause!
People clapped so hard their hands turned red!
"Holy shit! That was absolute perfection!"
"ROSE! ROSE! ROSE!"
Someone started the chant, and soon the entire room was screaming her name in unison.
The livestream chat completely lost its mind.
[I was so wrong. I should never have doubted her. This is the real ROSE!]
[One hand! Impromptu! Non-stop! Is she even human?!]
[I literally have goosebumps everywhere. I'm shaking.]
[Mom, I've seen a god today.]
[ROSE! ROSE! ROSE!]
The comments flew by so fast they were unreadable, creating a solid wall of 'ROSE' scrolling across the screen.
Meanwhile, Nadine stood rooted to the spot, her mind totally blank.


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