Yvonne Young stood still, a faint smile on her lips, "Aren't I tired, standing here while you sit there for so long?"
She looked at Mandy Carter, who was already close, "Since I've taken up this job, I should do my best. Should everyone cater to you just because you got a little hurt?"
Her words made sense, and it was what the Fimeille staff on the scene thought as well.
They had spent a long time setting up the stage for the dress rehearsal, even arranging for the lighting and photographers, in order to replicate the actual performance stage as closely as possible.
Most of the Fimeille employees were won over by Yvonne's words.
Mandy hadn't expected Yvonne to be so quick-witted, "You..."
Before she could argue, Yvonne interrupted her, "Playing the piano is no big deal."
Yvonne quickly walked to the piano, sat down, lifted her hands, took a deep breath, and held it.
Mandy felt uneasy, remembering Yvonne's astonishing performance at the Crescent Lounge.
"Wait…"
