Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband-Chapter 364 - : Music Is an Art, Common People Don’t Understand

Chapter 364: Chapter 364: Music Is an Art, Common People Don’t Understand

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“Could it be that during the semi-finals, everyone performed better than Miss Evans, even better? But Mr. Caleb Mamet said that Miss Evans performed even better back then, and he can testify for her; who could be more outstanding than her?”

“How did those people make it to the finals then? And how did Zara Woods get the championship title? Mr. Martin, can you explain?”

There was a deafening silence in the room.

Everyone knew about the shady dealings involved, and they looked at Maxwell Martin with disdain.

Xaviera Evans smiled meaningfully: “Now that you’ve all mentioned it, I remember that something was off back then! You’re right, if Miss Woods now can’t even compare to my regressed performance, is it because she’s regressed even more, or is it because there was a scandal in the final competition back then?”

Zara was sweating cold bullets, her eyes full of fear.

Maxwell Martin frowned and cleared his throat: “The competition back then was fair and transparent, of course. However, I was not the only violin contest judge, and I couldn’t control the direction of the competition. Moreover, our evaluation of the contestants came from multiple perspectives. At that time, Miss Woods was indeed outstanding, both in her stage presence and her performance. Perhaps the judges all liked her very much.”

He spoke righteously, as if educating everyone like an elder.

“Music is an art that can only be appreciated by seasoned musicians. For ordinary people, it’s just for enjoying, and not worth the critique.”

These words meant that Xaviera’s performance only sounded good on the surface but lacked depth, only winning the admiration of laypeople and not professionals.

Xaviera pretended to be innocent, “Caleb, Mr. Martin says you’re a layman! Your compliment for my performance doesn’t count!”

Everyone was frightened, and Maxwell Martin was also sweating nervously.

But after all, he was a celebrity in the music world, while Mr. Caleb Mamet was a businessman, carrying the scent of copper upon himself; the evaluation he offered couldn’t possibly represent the professionals.

Caleb looked calm and spoke indifferently: “Indeed, I’m not a professional. As a famous musician, Mr. Martin should have a better critique.”

Zara’s face relaxed, it seemed that Caleb still cared about her.

She admitted that her performance today was not as good as Xaviera’s, and everyone loved Xaviera’s performance. But these people were laymen; they didn’t understand music, so they would like Xaviera’s music, which lacked soul and emotion.

Only Mr. Martin, a famous musician, said that she performed better, which meant her performance was at a professional level, and Xaviera was just an amateur.

Only after hearing Caleb’s words did Maxwell Martin breathe a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Caleb Mamet is right. Miss Evans’s performance was indeed astonishing. I also found it puzzling that she didn’t make it to the finals, but this has nothing to do with Miss Woods’s performance. At that time, we unanimously believed that Miss Woods’s performance was more emotional and mature, and she was the deserved champion!”

“Having said that, I will announce that I will invite Miss Woods to attend the concert next month, where we will perform together on stage.”

After saying this, Maxwell Martin looked at Xaviera, his eyes full of disdain, “The matter from three years ago has already passed, so please don’t dwell on the past, Miss Evans. Practice diligently, and you will have your chance in the future.”

Everyone looked at Zara with envy – being able to perform with Maxwell Martin was a great honor. With Zara’s beauty, she might even have a chance to enter the entertainment industry, and she would stand out in the upper class society.

“But I still think Xaviera is better! It’s fine if Maxwell Martin doesn’t appreciate her, but why did he keep forcing her to perform just now? After she finished immersed in her performance, he criticized her as not good. Isn’t that a bit too much?”

Maxwell Martin didn’t care: “I was just offering critique as a professional musician. Although it may be harsh on Miss Evans, it’s also for her own good, hoping that she can make progress in the future and not give up the violin. Or do you think I was deliberately targeting you, Miss Evans?”