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Chapter 1048:

She gave a light laugh and added, “Even if I don’t buy the piece, can’t I just hire the composer as my mentor? With someone like that guiding me—and my own talent, of course—I wouldn’t just aim for first place. I’d be a guaranteed top-three contender among this year’s new students.”

Overhearing them, Arion leaned toward his family with curiosity.

“Who is this incredible composer everyone’s raving about? They’re making him sound like the second coming of Mozart.”

Jenesis glanced at him.

“You don’t know? There’s a new singer, Randell Natt—rising fast in the entertainment world. Very capable. People say he’s working with a mysterious composer. No one knows who it is. The sheet music’s been circulating in elite circles—it’s excellent. Some believe it’s a retired master. Others think it’s a whole production team behind the scenes.”

“Actually…” Carrie turned her head slightly to respond, but at that moment, Kendall appeared.

He was seated next to them, and before even settling into his chair, he asked enthusiastically, “Carrie, how’s the preparation going?”

“I’m ready,” she said with a calm smile.

“I’ve been practicing here at the Association. I meant to show you my latest piece, but I haven’t seen you around lately.”

Kendall nodded.

“I’ve been away presiding over a few competitions. But I’ve already taught you most of what I could. If you addressed the issues I mentioned last time, you’ll do just fine.”

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Then he gestured.

“Let me see the sheet music you’ve prepared.”

Carrie reached into her bag, pulled out a neatly handwritten score, and handed it to him.

The time for the assessment finally arrived. All the trainees and mentors of the Music Association were now in place.

Staff members guided the participants to draw lots to determine the order of appearance. Carrie drew the third-to-last spot.

Kody glanced at his limited-edition watch as he casually rolled up his sleeve. Rising from his seat, he said, “Carrie, I was hoping to catch your performance if you were scheduled earlier. But since you’re near the end, I won’t have the time.”

Carrie responded quickly, “Uncle Kody, we agreed—you’re just here to drop me off. Please don’t worry.”

Arion added with a chuckle, “Dad, relax. I’ll make sure the camera crew captures every angle. You won’t miss a moment.”noveldrama

Satisfied, Kody offered Carrie a few words of encouragement before turning to leave.

The first performer was a returning trainee who had delayed her assessment due to illness. Now, she was participating alongside the new entrants, including Carrie.

The Music Association, known for its strict standards, made no exceptions. Though the woman lacked natural brilliance, her disciplined practice over the past year yielded a stable, competent performance. She passed with a score just above the cutoff—enough to succeed, but not enough to impress.

She didn’t receive any additional rewards.

The following performers fell into a similar pattern. No one failed outright, but none dazzled.

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