Chapter 4 - Exposing the hidden truth behind the arrogant pianist's stolen repertoire while the entire Manhattan aristocracy watches his grand musical illusion collapse completely.
Whispers rippled furiously through the crowd of tuxedo-clad men and silk-gowned women as rumors of the performance spread like wildfire.
"That concerto... it's the lost Opus Twelve manuscript that vanished from Juilliard five years ago!" an elderly music critic whispered in horror.
Julian stared at Elena with wide, terror-stricken eyes, realizing that the very piece he claimed as his own composition was being played better.
Elena played the climactic movement with such ferocious, soul-shattering passion that several guests instinctively covered their mouths in disbelief.
The framed US flag mounted near the grand foyer entrance seemed to flutter slightly in the draft created by the overwhelming acoustic resonance.
Julian stood up abruptly from the piano bench, his navy blue velvet jacket straining against his tense, rigid shoulders.
"Stop playing right now! You have no right to touch that instrument!" Julian screamed, his voice cracking with rising hysteria and panic.
Elena ignored him entirely, her eyes remaining closed as she executed a breathtaking chromatic run that commanded total silence across the hall.
The concerned man in the tuxedo stepped forward, blocking Julian’s path and warning him not to make a worse fool of himself.
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"Sit down, Julian; the whole world is watching you crumble into dust right now," the man warned in a cold, authoritative tone.
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