Ch. My previous life 18 My previous life 18

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“Sierra, I don’t know what you’re talking about. There must be some misunderstanding 

“This is my performance, and out of respect for the audience, you shouldn’t have rushed up here like that.” 

Shawn stood up from the audience, anger flashing a across his face as he shouted at me, “Sierra Wood, have you lost your mind?!” 

I ignored him completely, brushed past Linda, and sat down on the piano bench 

Then I began to play Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5. 

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n my previous lie, to play the piece for real in the film without hand doubles, I had practiced for three months. 

I wasn’t a virtuoso, but under these circumstances, it was more than enough. 

The powerful notes of the piano, accompanied by a faint hum of static, reverberated through the grand hall’s empty dome. 

After finishing Symphony No. 5, Ituned to face Linda, my words sharp and deliberate. 

“You ruined my birthday party, drove a wedge between my brother and me, spread lies about me in front of my family and friends–all of that was just petty issues. I’ll deal with them in my own way. 

“But you ordered Alec to push me down the stairs, trying to break my leg just to keep me off this stage…” 

I paused for a moment, watching her face drain of color, and then sheered. 

“Isa’t playing the piano your proudest achievement? Did you lose the confidence to compete with me on the same stage?” 

The chaos on and of 

off stage was palpable. 

In the end, the teacher in charge of the anniversary performance escorted both Linda and me off the stage. 

The host quickly stepped in to regain control. 

The next act 

act was our group’s classical dance. 

I passed by the girls in the performance group as they prepared backst 

Rachel, teary–eyed, rushed up and grabbed my hand. 

“Are you hurt?! I should’ve gone with you.” 

I smiled, gently patting her head to reassure her. 

yourself a performance you’re proud of,” 

“Go on and perform. You’ve 

“wo practiced for so long make sure you give yourself a 

The winner of the anniversary performance would receive a prize of twenty thousand dollars 

From the beginning, this dance wasn’t for me it was for them. 

I watched as they took the stage, a sense of belief washing over me. 

Then, as pain and exhaustion n coursed through my body, I closed my eyes, 

My consciousness slipped into darkness. 

I woke up in the hospital. 

That night, Shawn stormed into my room. 

“Crazy bitch! Sierra Wood, you’re truly insane!” 

He planned to follow a set path, carefully guiding his beloved to a place where she would shine and stand out. 

It was like nurturing a flower from a bud to full bloom–something that would bring him immense satisfaction. 

But I would never give him that kind of chance. 

“What are you going to do, Brother? Your precious little angel didn’t even finish playing her place. And the plan to break my leg has been exposed. She won’t ever make it to the school she wanted.” 

I suddenly remembered something. 

“Oh, and by the way, your accomplice, Alec, is still lying on the floor of the multipurpose building. If you get the chance, maybe you should send him to the hospital.”