As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward Keen, hoping to pass the buck onto him.
"Keen, the reason we lost this competition is mostly because you were off your game. Look at Marvin, he played brilliantly! Rachel's 0.1-point deduction? That's on you."
Keen's mind was still replaying the scene of Stella standing on the stage, a vision he'd never seen before. Was that really his mom? She seemed a world apart—dazzling, almost magical, and yet impossible to look away from.
When did his mom become so amazing? Even more impressive than Rachel, it seemed.
Although he was young and didn't understand music deeply, his instincts told him his mom's violin performance was more captivating than Rachel's.
And then there was Marvin...
He hated to admit it, but Marvin's violin playing was better than his. The performance he just witnessed, the harmony between Marvin and his mom, was nearly flawless.
His own performance… well, it definitely wasn't as good.
Keen couldn't argue back, so he lowered his head and muttered, "I'm sorry, I let Rachel down."
Jasper nodded, "Exactly, without you, Rachel would have been perfect. So technically, Rachel didn't lose."
Deanna, on the other hand, was livid, "That's total bull! You can feed that story to a five-year-old like Keen, but don't think we're all idiots!"
Seeing Deanna's rage, Jasper decided to tone it down a bit. He cleared his throat and addressed her, "Mrs. O'Brien, I didn't mean it like that. I just didn't want Stella to get too full of herself! We all know Keen's potential. But you also know Rachel made a bet with Stella just now…"
Deanna retorted coldly, "Rachel losing a bet has nothing to do with Keen."
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