The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205 

Taking the microphone from the host after her performance, Arabella casually said, “I wrote the song last year for the earthquake survivors, so I can play 

it without the score.” 

Talking about proof! 

Attlee and Olga in the audience were gobsmacked, finding it hard to believe that this chick who just nailed the piano performance used to be their daughter. 

Wasn’t she supposed to be all thumbs? And always ice–cold? How could she play the piano? And such a difficult piece at that. 

Rumor had it that someone once offered a fortune to Maestro Melody to compose a piece but was turned down. Who would’ve thought that the one who snubbed them was none other than Arabella. 

Serena was also taken aback that Arabella was Maestro Melody. Her performance just now clearly put her head and shoulders above everyone else! And to think she had been showing off right in front of her! How embarrassing was that?! 

Yolanda, totally floored but refusing to admit it, retorted, “No way! President Jasmine said that this song is already in the textbooks. You must have gotten a sneak peek at the sheet music to embarrass me, and learned it by heart!” There was no way she could’ve played it so smoothly! 

She was only able to learn the piano by mooching off the Murphy family’s wealth after taking over her position as their daughter. Nothing to brag about! After hearing Arabella’s performance, Frida was shell–shocked. She had just publicly played the climax of Maestro Melody’s piece. What if Maestro Melody thought she sucked? 

Seeing Yolanda still in denial, Jasmine’s got her blood boiling, “So if you insist that you single–handedly composed ‘Misery, and since you were able to create such a beautiful climax. Do you dare to have a showdown here with Maestro Melody?” 

A showdown?? 

“You and Maestro Melody will each have ten minutes to improvise. If you really have talent and your improvisation can surpass Maestro Melody’s, then we will recognize your ability!” With that, Jasmine gave her a cold stare, “The ball is in your court!” 

From the side, Arabella chimed in, “We don’t need ten minutes.” 

She sat at the piano and casually played a melody. Without any preparation or thoughtful consideration, her music was still pleasing to the ears. After playing a light and joyful tune, Arabella switched to a majestic melody which clearly conveyed anger. This was followed by a sad melody, and ended with a cheerful tune that lifted everyone’s spirits.