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Elyse could hear them talking, but she didn’t really listen. Instead, she concentrated on honing her skills. She felt
genuinely thankful to Irving for his guidance. Although Irving's comments were often blunt, they pointed directly
to her oversights and weaknesses. His critiques served as a wake-up call, and realizing her flaws actually felt
liberating.
She practiced relentlessly, seemingly tireless in her efforts.
As Fiona ate her hot dog, she watched Elyse, then glanced over at Gavin and Irving. Having worked at Blue Sea
Music Stua year longer than Elyse, Fiona knew how tough Gavin and Irving could be. Yet they had taken a
keen interest in Elyse shortly after her arrival. Irving, usually proud and reluctant to teach, had notably softened,
offering Elyse guidance he had never extended to Fiona.
Fiona’s hands clenched into fists repeatedly, a wave of displeasure and frustration washing over her. Suddenly,
the melodious sounds morphed into a jarring noise.
Gavin, Irving, and Fiona turned to Elyse in disbelief. Confused, Elyse looked down at the bow in her hand to see
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthat all the hair had snapped. Her mind went blank for a moment, then she remembered Cody’s words: a bow
stripped of its hair meant she had truly given her all.
Seeing Elyse lost in thought while gazing at the bow, Gavin spoke with a hint of exasperation. “Why don’t you
cover here, take a break, and eat something?”
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Elyse nodded in agreement.
As she settled down, Fiona stood and took up her violin, playing a somber tune. Irving, watching her intently,
noticed her sour expression and narrowed his eyes in concern.
Meanwhile, Elyse was oblivious to the tension. Lounging on the couch, her eyes caught the spread of tempting
dishes on the table, igniting her hunger. She momentarily set aside her violin and began to eat eagerly.
Irving, frowning, asked, “Can’t you eat a bit more elegantly?”
Elyse shook her head as she continued to eat hastily. Despite her hunger and desire to savor her meal slowly,
she felt pressed for time, needing to get back to her practice. Before she could explain, Gavin's stern voice cut
through the air. “Fiona, pay attention to your technique. You've slipped up.”
His sharp tone startled Elyse.
Fiona, visibly shaken, reacted sharply. Gavin, arms crossed, admonished her further, “You mustn't lose focus
during practice. Commit to it fully.”
Fiona remained silent, her jaw clenched as she resumed playing.
Elyse dismissed the incident as a minor disruption and, after a brief pause to refuel, returned to her own
practice. Their session stretched on until ten o'clock.
Fiona couldn't hold back any longer; she hastily gathered her belongings, maintaining a stoic expression. Before
exiting, her gaze lingered on Elyse, who was still deep in practice. Fiona couldn't grasp why Elyse exerted herself
so intensely. Both were Cody’s apprentices and among the best at the studio. Surely, there was no cause for fear
about the semifinal.
Witnessing Elyse’s unwavering focus, Fiona felt a sense of obligation to stay longer, especially with Irving and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGavin observing from the sidelines. Yet, after a grueling day of practice, her enthusiasm to continue had waned.
As Fiona was about to leave, Gavin checked his watch and announced in a composed voice, “It's after ten. We
should wrap up for the night.”
“Just a moment more. I'd like to practice a bit longer,” Elyse interjected, her forehead creased in determination,
her eyes filled with resolve, and a serious demeanor marking her face. Seeing her earnestness, Gavin refrained
from further persuasion and shared a glance with Irving. Together, they stood by, watching her continue with full
attention.
Meanwhile, Fiona finished packing and stole a final look back, only to see that none were paying her any heed.
Feeling a pang of neglect, she bit her lip and silently departed.
Once outside, Fiona’s pace slowed as she spotted a tall silhouette under a nearby street lamp. It was a man in
black, casually smoking. It was him! The man from that night!
Overcwith excitement, Fiona quickened her pace toward him.
Observing her approach, Jayden took a final drag from his cigarette, tossed it aside, and crushed it underfoot. He
then readjusted his mask, his eyes meeting Fiona’s with an unreadable expression.
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