Chapter 151
Chapter 151:
When Noelle’s fingers finally stilled, silence enveloped the room. For several lingering moments, everyone sat spellbound, still adrift in the music’s lingering enchantment.
“Noelle, that was mind-blowing!” Hailey broke the quiet enthusiastically, her applause energetic and her eyes sparkling with admiration.
Jaxton sauntered over, casually patting Noelle’s shoulder. “You really undersold yourself earlier. Calling your banjo playing ‘reasonably competent’ was practically criminal. Honestly, it felt exactly like listening to NoMo p>
Hearing Jaxton’s words, Brock quietly considered the implications. Clearly, he wasn’t alone in noticing the uncanny resemblance.
Meanwhile, viewers on the livestream exploded with excitement.
“Noelle’s performance just blew my mind! It felt unreal, almost magical p>
“No wonder Mr. Frazier speaks so highly of her. Noelle’s banjo skills are beyond extraordinary p>
“Honestly, compared to Noelle, Griselda doesn’t even deserve to study under Mr. Frazier p>
Following show protocol, the production team shifted attention to Brock’s team for their feedback. Esmund responded immediately, smiling brightly. “Incredible job, Noelle! You completely deserve every bit of praise and respect from Mr. Frazier p>
Delbert glanced at Brock, prompting him gently. “Brock, your thoughts p>
D𝗂𝘀𝖼о𝗏er 𝘯𝖾𝘄 s𝗍о𝗿𝗂e𝗌 𝘰𝘯 g𝖺lո𝗈𝗏е𝗹ѕ.𝗰om
Brock’s expression grew complicated, his eyes resting thoughtfully on Noelle. For the first time, a newfound respect replaced his usual indifference. His younger sister, whom he had consistently underestimated, had genuinely astonished him today.
However, asking Brock to praise Noelle felt like demanding he slap his own face—the words simply refused to form on his lips. Yet Noelle’s banjo performance had been undeniably exceptional, surpassing even his own abilities.
Brock wrestled with his conscience for several agonizing moments before grudgingly muttering, “It was not bad, I suppose p>
Netizens immediately pounced on his transparent bias. “Not bad? Are you kidding me? This screams sore loser p>
Delbert shifted his focus to Griselda. Her fingers twisted nervously at her shirt hem, her composure cracking. She hadn’t anticipated Noelle’s masterful command of the banjo. The rendition of “Vast Universe” Noelle had just delivered matched the brilliance of NoMo’s original performance.
Now she understood why Tristan held such deep reverence for this woman. Griselda bit her lip, catching her mentor’s withering glare. She swallowed her wounded pride and conceded, “Her performance was exquisite—far beyond anything I could achieve p>
Tristan released a satisfied grunt, relieved that his wayward student hadn’t completely abandoned her senses. Witnessing Noelle perform live today convinced him the entire trip had been worthwhile.
Delbert lifted his microphone and declared, “The banjo showdown clearly belongs to Noelle’s team! We’ll make a donation in the team’s honor to support children in less developed communities p>
Hailey erupted in cheers and applause. “Thank you, Mr. Castro p>
Jaxton nudged Noelle’s shoulder and whispered, “Impressive work. Looks like I’m riding your coattails today p>
Noelle shot him a sideways glance, her voice dropping to match his. “Perhaps a pole dance would express your gratitude properly p>
Jaxton’s jaw went slack. How could she be so merciless?
The show had one remaining segment. The production team respectfully guided Tristan to a quiet resting area before Delbert raised his microphone once more.