Reincarnated As the Enemy's Wife: Married the Rival, Bound by Revenge-Chapter 264: What Is She Doing?

The song finished.

In the concert hall, many were cheering for Vivian.

The rest of the audience looked at Eva with worry.

As a reproduction of the original piece, Vivian had performed with excellence.

Will she win?

Everyone was excited to see the final result.

When all the voices quieted down again, Eva, without an expression, placed her hand on the keys.

Her hands had once been said to have been kissed by God.

Those who heard the music from her fingertips said it was like hearing music from the heavens.

As expected, from the very first note, it sounded like the singing of fairies, complex and lively.

As the sound faded, the light changed in Eva’s eyes.

From devotion to fanaticism!

Little bells rang softly while large bells chimed boldly.

Suddenly, the music tensed.

Crash!

Finally, the climax fell upon the audience like a meteor!

It crashed down to earth and glowed with a brilliant light!

A hundred bells chimed in unison!

The music leaped and charged, mimicking the endless splendor of the universe!

Eva’s hand was like a ballet dancer as they flew across the keys.

In one moment, it tapped out a quick note, in another, it leaped wide open. Each movement left the audience speechless and stirred their blood.

Some people believed that playing piano was just a physical exercise, but in reality, such a difficult piece tested not only the dexterity of a pianist’s fingers, but also the quickness of their minds.

This was the crux of art, the crux of humanity. It was also pushing the limits of the human body.

Just as this limit loomed ahead, Eva sped up.

Faster and faster, she quickly left Vivian in the dust!

Finally, with a bang, it was as if an invisible fire lit up the entire hall.

This was talent.

The difference between one person and the next.

Not only in the hands, but also in the mind.

The audience felt a chill go down their spine following Eva’s wild performance.

Time seemed to fly by and before they knew it, the piece had come to an end.

As the piano fell silent, the hall remained completely quiet.

Her existence made one believe that the great pianist, Liszt, had returned to this world!

Although there were still differences, she had the same fire and passion as Liszt.

Yes, passion.

It was something that Vivian, a pianist who had been so wrapped up in the marketing of her music, no longer had.

But Eva still had it.

Although she was an orphan, she could still seek the stars and the ocean through her hands.

She ignited her passion and the passion of those in the audience.

At the same time, all five judges rose and applauded.

One of the judges said, "Vivian’s performance was a success. There were no mistakes and it was performed rigorously."

"However," he continued, "Eva went beyond flawless and made three additions!"

"First, she controlled the climax better. Second, there was less interference between her hands. It has to be said that she has true talent in musical theory! Third..."

The judge’s voice droned on.

Vivian looked like she had just bit into a lemon.

"... This "La Campanella" was written by Liszt after listening to a performance by Paganini. It influenced him to write this piece."

"When playing this son, there must be a drive in your heart! Music needs passion. Without a doubt, Eva achieved this!"

With the professional opinions given, it was evident that Eva had won this round.

Across the stage, Vivian’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted with anger.

It had taken her years of practice to be able to play "La Campanella" to such a level.

Most people who studied the piano couldn’t even play it! She had managed to learn it within a short time and had never failed to impress.

Damn, it was such an inhumane song. It was already very difficult to play it at all. How could one play it with passion? What a ridiculous standard!

No.

Vivian knew she had to win the next round.

After a short break, the host announced the beginning of the second round.

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It had been a competition of classical music after all.

Although they were of the same class, Vivian was not as good as Eva. However, things would not be the same for the next two rounds! The second round was improvisation! It depended on creativity.

Vivian had a lot of experience when it came to writing music. She personally felt that she was better at this than Eva.

Vivian felt comforted at this thought, however, when Eva began playing again, her smile immediately faded.

The second song was known to all the women in the country, "Jasmine".

"Jasmine" was a classic piece known to even children but this also made it difficult to improvise on.

"Dad, it’s "Jasmine"! I know how to sing this!" a little girl said and began to sing the words.

Her father quickly hugged her and shushed her.

Everyone wondered how such a familiar tune could be changed.

Eva’s performance was about to begin.

She had just finished playing "La Campanella" and it should have disadvantaged her to compete again immediately.

However, instead of feeling pressure, she was satisfied with the arrangement.

A familiar melody rang out...

Everyone’s heart leaped into their throats.

Eva played the iconic line from "Jasmine".

Then her hand paused in midair.

She stopped!

She actually stopped!

The audience was confused. This was it?

Where was the promised improvisation?

Eva’s hand fell again.

Another familiar line of melody.

The audiences’ eyes widened.

Wasn’t this the same as before?

Eva knew that the audience would react like this and smiled mischievously.

For the third time, Eva’s hand fell lightly against the keys.

It was still the classic melody, but it was completely different now!

This time, the melody was lively like a swallow darting among the willows, chasing each other through the branches joyfully.

The audience immediately perked up.

Eva’s fingers moved quickly over the keys. Notes tumbled over each other in an unprecedented rhythm. It was like a nursery rhyme, a children’s song, a fairytale.

The little girl who had thought "Jasmine" was boring now leaped out of her father’s arms and began to clap to the rhythm.

After clapping for a moment, the girl felt that this was not enough and her body began to sway to the music unconsciously.

There were a number of children in the audience and they all perked up by their parents’ sides.

"Mom, dad, this woman plays this song so nicely! Can I put it on my iPad? Oh, mom, are you already recording?"

The kids loved it.

Many people had brought their children today.

Nothing made a parent happier than their child liking something.

Eva’s "Jasmine" combined the elegance of music with the rhythm of a nursery rhyme.

The longer it went on, the happier it seemed.

Initially, it was just one jasmine flower. Under Eva’s fingertips, the single flower became a garden, an ocean.

A few minutes later, Eva finished her improvisation of "Jasmine".

The music came to an end but the excitement did not.

"Oh! It was so good! She was incredible!"

Not only did the kids enjoy it but the five judges were also smiling.

This kind of music brought them back to their childhood, and made them feel relaxed and happy.

The judges wrote down their scores in their notebooks.

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A few minutes later, Vivian also finished her performance.

Eva’s exceptional improvisation had panicked Vivian.

She chose a style completely opposite of Eva’s. She wanted to use a moving version of the song to impact the crowd but she failed.

Vivian sat on the stage with a pained expression and performed as if she had tears streaming down her face. However, no one paid any attention to what she played.

Everyone was still immersed in Eva’s joyful little piece. They didn’t even look at Vivian. Some played with their phones while others slept.

On the stage, Vivian felt like an orphan, a tool.

"Dad, did this aunty poop her pants? Her expression is so uncomfortable!"

It was that little girl again.

Her father shushed her again but couldn’t stop his laugh escaping.

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It didn’t matter, there was still a chance...

This was what Vivian kept telling herself.

According to the rules, it was a best of three and she had clearly lost. However, piano duels were not just about winning and losing.

Even if she lost 99 rounds, as long as one song struck a deep chord, after the competition, the audience would still only remember that one song!

Vivian believed she would be able to win the hearts of the audience with the last song.

She had already decided her piece. She was going to drag down the impetuous Eva and crush her beneath her feet!

Vivian will make sure everyone remembered her name tonight.

At the start of the third round, Vivian first played a small tune.

"It’s "Legend of the Universe"!"

Quickly, the gamers in the crowd recognized the tune.

This song was the theme song for an online game and it was also the piece that won Vivian her fame. It was a piece that many knew.

With just this short tune, people were already reacting warmly.

Vivian glanced provocatively at Eva across from her as if asking how she was going to compete.

Soon, Vivian began to play the piece that made her famous.

After a heavy start, it quickly reached a climax.

Many of the audience felt their hair stand on end.

Scenes from the game flashed through their mind.

Scorched earth, battles, beasts, magic!

Even those had didn’t play games had heard of the most popular games throughout their daily lives.

The excitement in the audience was palpable.

Sitting across from Vivian, Eva had to admit that the piece was good. The melody rose wave after wave and she could feel a chill run down her spine.

People were already cheering.

On stage, Vivian skillfully played the piece she had played countless times while her eyes remained focused on Eva.

You are on my stage.

Didn’t you want to compete against me?

Weren’t you filled with disdain?

Take a look now!

Vivian’s eyes were filled with provocation and pride!

After several thunderous notes, Vivian repeated the ending a few times to continue to mood of the audience.

The song ended!

Applause exploded from the audience.

Vivian stood and bowed to the audience as if she had won.

Some of the audience continued cheering as the rest turned to look at Eva. Eva faced a challenge this time!

Vivian had shown her hand. She had always been a song writer and had a strong audience base.

Was this something Eva could challenge?

Eva sat calmly in her seat. She already had a piece ready.

However, Eva realized that she could still hear echoes of Vivian’s piece in her mind. Was she going to lose?

No, Eva refused to be influenced.

Eva was not as experienced as Vivian but fortunately, she had a calm personality.

Finally, she took a deep breath.

Vivian’s song echoed through Eva’s mind but she ignored it.

And began to play.

The song opened quietly.

The audience was still caught up in the mood of the previous piece so when they heard this weak start, they thought Eva had given up the battle.

Another section of the piece went by.

There had been no change to the sound!

Some people began to grow restless.

"What’s happening?"

"What is this? There’s no excitement at all."

"I don’t think it’s very good. How can this compare?"

The audience showed their disappointment.

Someone decided this was the time to use the bathroom and rose from their seats.

Suddenly, right at this moment!

There was a crash!

The people talking almost wet themselves in fear and those playing on their phones dropped their phones in shock.

The gentle sound of the piano had suddenly turned into a storm! The sudden noise struck the audience like a hammer.

It was no longer a quiet winter’s night, instead a blizzard had risen!

The once disappointed audiences were all dumbstruck.

On stage, Vivian’s disdainful expression froze.

When Vivian turned around, she saw Eva looking at her this time.

Even with a snowstorm, she would fly against it!

Finally, Eva felt the echoes of Vivian’s piece shatter in her mind.

"All right!"

A group of people rose.

Then more people stood up.

On the stage, Eva let herself go and played without thought.

Below the stage, the five judges also stood up.

Everyone was now standing!

The piece was nearing the end. Before the final brutal note fell, everyone had already begun clapping.

As the final note came down, Eva’s hands froze in midair as she panted slightly. [Skip]

A thunderous wave of applause rose from the audience, almost lifting the roof of the theatre.

On the stage sat the still panting Eva and the shell-shocked Vivian.

The judges picked up the microphone, barely able to contain their excitement.

"Please, another round of applause for this passionate battle and never ending spirit of music!"

"And applause for the perseverance and talent on stage today!"

The host’s announcement of the result was drowned out by the audience.

The audience looked at the scores of the three rounds and cheered even louder for Eva.

"I declare-"

"That the winner is - "