The low, mocking murmurs of the aristocracy trailed behind Chen Ying like stagnant dust as she ascended the polished mahogany steps of the main stage.
Beneath the blazing center spotlights sat the magnificent Steinway grand piano, its pristine, polished black lacquer surface gleaming like a mirror under the massive crystal chandeliers. The instrument itself was a symbol of elite artistry, reserved only for world-renowned virtuosos who had dedicated their lives to the perfection of the classical arts.
Chen Ying calmly adjusted the hem of her black evening gown, her movements steady and entirely devoid of the nervous hesitation the crowd was eagerly waiting to witness. She took her seat on the leather bench, her spine perfectly erect, her posture projecting a canvas of detachment.
