Performing would only waste my time that I could otherwise use to make more money.
On the day of the freshman welcome party, the president of the Student Council hurriedly found me.
"Thea, why are you still here? The next program is yours."
I was shocked and confused.
"I didn't sign up!"
Without saying a word, she dragged me away.
"The invitation letter was delivered to your dorm three days ago."
"Then where is it?"
Tonight, I dazzled at the party, driven by the urge to spite my dorm mates after being disgusted.
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We are in college now, but they hid my things away.
How childish.
The three of them looked displeased.
"Your invitation letter is lost. What does it have to do with me?" Leila snapped.
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Emilia was also starting to lose her composure.
"Are you doing this on purpose? I've been rehearsing for this in the dorm for days, and everyone can see the effort and hard work.
"So now you've stolen my first place and earned the favor of the Music King. You are very smug, aren't you?
"Poor people are small-minded. Even without this resource, I have others.
"Kelly, the musical genius, is my good friend. If I mention your name to her, do you think there will still be a place for you in the music world?"
"Kelly? The Kelly who's as good as Glenn Gould on the piano?" exclaimed Leila, looking shocked.
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Beth's breathing grew heavy, and she mocked, "Some people are born in slums, thinking that high buildings are the limit, while others are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, aiming for the skies."
With the flattery from both of them, Emilia's mood improved.
She stood straighter, looking at me with a condescending gaze, as if I were nothing.
I stared at their excited faces, feeling confused.
When did I become friends with Emilia?
But since she dared to lie, she should be ready to face the consequences.
Before I could expose Emilia, a notification letter arrived at the dorm.
It was a notice for Emilia's qualification for the finals of the Young Pianist Competition.
Leila held the notice with both hands with great reverence.
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She said, "Emilia, you're amazing. You're the embodiment of a wealthy beauty and a talented woman. If I had half of your success, my mom would be thrilled."
Beth's face was glowing with pride, and she turned back to look at me with contempt.
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