The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 501: Kneeling in Submission, Seeking a Master
As the sand painting unfolded, everyone clearly saw that war had broken out in the man’s homeland.
The sound of the piano was like a dense shower of raindrops, compact yet incredibly smooth, making the audience clench their fists in tension for the man.
The flames of war raged in all directions, and to save his country, the man fought the enemy forces by himself, ultimately leading his people to victory.
However, the man was struck by a flying arrow.
Blood gushed from his chest.
At this moment, the woman with a moon mark on her forehead finally broke free from Zeus’s grasp and arrived on the battlefield.
But what she saw was the man lying in a pool of blood.
"Boom——"
The piano emitted a discordant noise, as if echoing the sound of the woman’s heart shattering and breaking.
The sand painting plate finally turned into a jet-black scene, and the piano music came to an abrupt halt.
In the end, the sand painting displayed a line of text: "inthemoonlight". 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
The auditorium was silent, but the sound of sobbing began to rise throughout.
Everyone was captivated by the power of the combined imagery and music, as if they had truly witnessed the unfolding story.
When Willow Grant opened her eyes again, she found tears had unwittingly streamed down her face.
The tears flowed continuously, drenching her entire face.
Willow Grant, in shock, gazed towards the stage, towards the spotlighted Summer Monroe.
At this moment, she distinctly saw the vast gap between herself and Summer Monroe.
Thousands of miles apart.
Out of her reach and beyond her grasp.
Willow Grant’s mind went blank, unable to think at all, and even her legs couldn’t support her; she collapsed weakly onto the ground.
Meanwhile, on stage, Summer Monroe’s forehead was beaded with sweat. She exhaled softly, stood up, and walked to the center of the stage, bowing to the audience.
"Thank you everyone, my performance is over."
With these words, the audience, still immersed in the piano melody, began to come back to their senses.
—Due to her strong prejudice against Summer Monroe, Willow Grant was the first to snap out of it.
Now everyone finally emerged from the story.
"Clap, clap, clap..." It was unclear who started clapping first.
Then everyone spontaneously raised their hands and clapped vigorously.
The applause was thunderous, loud enough to almost raise the roof of the auditorium.
Locke Berg struggled to close his gaping mouth, and found his voice, shouting excitedly, "Unbelievable, unbelievable!"
In his lifetime, he actually heard a live version of "inthemoonlight", more beautiful than the piece left by the most outstanding musician of the last century.
The two musicians next to Locke Berg also finally found their voices—
"Genius, this must be a genius! Who is she?! I want to take her as my student!"
"Take her as a student? You wish?" Another musician shouted, "I want to become her disciple!"
"Get out of the way!" Locke Berg pushed the two aside and ran directly to the stage.
In front of everyone, he knelt down to Summer Monroe, bowing and exclaiming, "Miss, please take me as your apprentice! I am willing to give everything just to learn from you for a while!"
Everyone present was stunned.
Could they be seeing this correctly??
Locke Berg, this contemporary world’s greatest pianist, actually knelt before Summer Monroe, begging to be her pupil??
Immediately after, the other two pianists refused to lag behind and rushed onto the stage, kneeling before Summer Monroe one after the other.
Of course, there is no tradition of kneeling abroad, but they understood the local customs.
In Cathaysia, a proper apprenticeship required kneeling.
And this girl was worth kneeling to!
Seeing this, Willow Grant turned pale and trembled all over.
She had never imagined that Locke Berg and the others, who always sneered at her, would kneel to Summer Monroe.
This wasn’t just kneeling; it was a slap in her face.
Beating her until she was bruised and battered.
