There was no sound on stage, and the conversation between the host and Eve Thompson by the piano did not reach the audience's ears.
Everyone in the audience seats was wondering what had happened.
Suddenly, all the lights on stage went out.
The piano was on the right side, and now only a single beam of light shone on it.
Everyone saw the girl with her hands on the piano, playing something empty and elegant.
Yet, silence hung in the air.
An awkward silence.
"Haha, is this how you play the piano?"
"I can do that too, just bashing on the keys for appearance!"
"Is this a stage play performance? What's going on?"
Lana Thompson listened to the comments and sneered.
If the piano was broken, just give up on the performance. What's the point of making a fool of yourself and drawing attention?
Just as she was thinking this, she saw the elegant girl on stage suddenly fly into a rage, forcefully striking the piano with both hands.
Everyone was taken aback.
