Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 783

Chapter 783

“Tickets to Harry’s concerts are priceless. To see him perform here today-it’s something I never dared to dream of!”

“No matter the outcome, just witnessing Harry’s performance makes the entire trip worthwhile!”

“With Harry’s level of skill, Sharon doesn’t stand a chance today.”

“Even losing to him would be an honor.”

The audience buzzed with exhilaration, voices overlapping in a wave of admiration.

Even the judges wore expressions of awe, awarding Harry and Kelly the highest possible score: a perfect one hundred.

Backstage, John’s face was grim as he watched their performance.

“Sharon,” he murmured, “if we lose, I will take your place and fulfill the wager.”

Harry and Kelly had performed just before them and received a perfect score. That alone was enough to create immense pressure.

John knew his overall ability couldn’t match Sharon’s, and against Harry, he fell even shorter. A gnawing fear crept in-that he

might become her burden.

Sharon, however, remained perfectly calm, her gaze fixed on the stage. Not a trace of panic or unease showed on her face. To her,

Harry and Kelly’s flawless performance seemed almost routine, certainly not an insurmountable obstacle.

Hearing John’s words, she finally turned to him.

“Who said we’re going to lose?”

He blinked, momentarily stunned. “But… my skills are no match for Harry’s.”

Sharon’s voice was steady, almost dismissive. “If individual strength alone decided the outcome, what would be the purpose of a

team competition?”

Her words struck him deeply. He drew a long breath. “I understand, Sharon. Don’t worry. I won’t hold you back.”

Still, a shadow lingered in his heart. He had faced Harry in competitions before, and each time, Harry had crushed him

effortlessly.

Even among prodigies, there are chasms that cannot be crossed.

On stage, the host’s interview with Harry and Kelly stretched longer than with any other contestants. Both the judges and the

audience were reluctant to let them leave.

It was no surprise-a violinist of Harry’s stature was a rare sight. In recent years, aside from the late Shayla, no one in all of

Zachemaine had been able to stand on his level.

When Sharon and John finally stepped onto the stage, the crowd was still buzzing from Harry’s appearance. The lights dimmed,

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yet restless chatter persisted.

Sitting beside Wendy, Thomas glanced at the animated crowd and asked, “Everyone’s focus is still on Harry. Will Sharon really be all right?”

Wendy gave a cold snort. “Just watch. Sharon will silence them all.”

The words had barely left her lips when a clear, resonant violin note cut sharply through the noise.

Wendy fell silent, her attention snapping to the stage.

The piece Sharon and John had chosen was equally formidable in difficulty. Yet for two musicians of their caliber, it flowed as

naturally as breathing.

More importantly, they had grown up learning side by side, forging a tacit understanding that no temporary partnership could

ever replicate.

Their violins sang like twin streams-one from the north, one from the south-each distinct in tone and direction, yet destined to

converge into a single, powerful river.

Every violinist possesses a unique style. John’s raw talent might not have equaled Sharon’s, but his musical voice was striking and unmistakable, etched into every phrase. It was a rare individuality that not even prodigies like Harry or Sharon fully possessed.

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