Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Shortly after Vermont’s departure, Felicity found herself alone in the empty apartment. She felt an indescribable emptiness in her heart. Her emotions had shifted from anger upon learning the truth to a current state of bewilderment.

Seeking solace, she decided to call Stella.

Stella had just finished attending a concert with Marshall featuring a well-known orchestra from abroad. Despite Marshall’s enthusiastic introduction of the group, Stella could not recall their name.

The music was beautiful, and the concert hall’s acoustics were impressive.

However, Stella struggled to discern anything special beyond that. Marshall noticed her constant nods to the music and realized that something was amiss.

In a low voice, he asked, “Do you not like the music?”

Stella shook her head. “It’s not that I don’t like it; I just don’t know how to appreciate it like you do.”

I thought

because my family forced me to. I don’t really like playing it. When I was younger, I pretended to be sick to skip classes. In order to make my mom give up on forcing me to learn the piano, I intentionally injured my hand, claiming that

me a piano. It cost over a hundred thousand dollars. The salesperson told her that a famous pianist was using the same brand. They said that if I practiced for over ten hours a day, I would become better at it. My mom believed them and extended my daily piano lessons from two hours

help but

telling you the

it funny.

impressive that you could play

good at. Meanwhile,

Stella to go up

“What?”

to play in a venue that can fit

it’s the orchestra’s instrument. Wouldn’t it be