Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 793

Chapter 793

Anyone capable of performing Gaze could easily outshine Kelly a hundredfold.

For a moment, Warner truly believed he had missed out on a rare prodigy. But clearly, he had thought too much.

Among the audience, those with a trained ear sighed with regret.

“Not a single flaw in the beginning. For a moment, I thought I was witnessing a miracle- that Sharon might actually hold her own against Harry…”

“Same here. I was fooled into believing it too. But with this misstep, what a pity.”

“Ah… even in defeat, Sharon can stand tall. Shame it will be the last performance of her career. Still, I’ll remember her.”

Though she had taken a wrong step, the piece wasn’t over. The show had to go on.

Everyone assumed the rest would collapse into chaos. But to their astonishment, Sharon pressed forward-not by correcting the mistake, but by following the elevated pitch she had just chosen.

And miraculously, the music remained harmonious.

Every note that followed was also raised by a key.

Gasps rippled through the hall.

“My goodness, what is she doing? Don’t tell me she’s going to finish the entire piece like this?”

“It’s impossible! No one could play it transposed up a key. Even Harry wouldn’t dare attempt it!”

“If she actually pulls this off, it means she’s surpassed Harry! She’d become an instant legend!”

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“Don’t get ahead of yourselves. Most likely she made a mistake, couldn’t correct it, and now has no choice but to bluff her way through. Just wait-when the climax hits, it’s going to be a complete disaster.”

That sentiment wasn’t confined to the audience. Even Warner and Harry were convinced of

the same.

Both looked on with relaxed, almost smug expressions, utterly certain that Sharon was moments away from a spectacular failure.

Warner even felt comfortable enough to laugh and joke with his students, critiquing her performance mid-concert.

“She won’t last to the end, but I have to admit, her handling of this particular section isn’t

bad at all.’

Reina and the others chuckled in agreement.

“True enough. The girl does have some talent. What a pity-yet another genius about to be crushed by Harry.”

They laughed, they chatted, they listened with condescending ease.

But then the moment arrived-the precise, technically monstrous passage where Sharon should have faltered, where her bow should have screeched and her performance should have collapsed into humiliating silence.

And yet… she glided through it effortlessly, her expression one of intense focus but without the faintest sign of strain.

The hall fell into a dead freeze.

Every pair of eyes fixed on her in stunned silence. The entire venue was so still that the only sound was the violin, rising faster and fiercer, filling every corner of the concert hall.

The piece had reached its climax-the most breathtaking, tempestuous part. The music surged like a storm, like crashing waves against an unyielding shore. Layer upon layer,

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never-ending, overwhelming.

The audience’s very breath and heartbeat fell into rhythm with the music. They were swept away, helpless before the tide of sound.

She had done it. She had truly done it.

Against all odds, with the piece transposed up a key, Sharon had played Gaze flawlessly to

the end.

The final note faded into silence. And still, the hall remained hushed.

In that suspended moment, time itself seemed to halt; even the air grew heavy and still.

Every soul present gazed at the lone figure on stage, wide-eyed, as though in reverent worship of a living myth.

Just then, Carter entered the hall. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him. His eyes locked on the slender figure bathed in the stage lights, and for an instant, he felt disoriented.

Though she stood only a short distance away, it felt as though a vast chasm now stretched

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