Chapter 4The Echoes of a Prodigy

"Harper, I've arranged an assistant for you... She's a kid who just graduated from music school, got some talent."

As soon as I entered the theater's concert hall, the orchestra director came over to notify me.

After speaking, he waved gently to the distance.

A bad premonition welled up in my heart, and I raised an eyebrow and turned around.

"Teacher Harper, I just came to the theater to try my luck, I didn't expect... please guide me from now on!"

Sure enough, Chloe walked over timidly, politely bowing deeply to everyone.

The look in her eyes when she saw me was full of sincerity and admiration.

Perhaps afraid of my refusal, she hurriedly added with feigned clumsiness:

"I can endure hardship, I hope Teacher Harper won't dislike me."

Hearing these unpretentious words, the orchestra members immediately had a favorable impression of Chloe.

Everyone smiled and told her not to be so polite.

"Chloe, don't be afraid, Harper is very easy to talk to."

"Yes, we are all a family here."

Seeing my silence, the director secretly winked, urging me.

It was as if my not accepting her kindly would be making things difficult for her, making me the bad guy.

But I deliberately wouldn't let them have their way.

"No thanks, I don't need an assistant."

I smiled gently, but firmly refused to her face.

Then I ignored everyone's expressions and walked towards the piano in the corner.

The scene instantly fell silent.

The orchestra conductor, who had been watching from the sidelines, walked over. He was about thirty years old and looked gentle and refined.

"Harper, I think this kid is pretty good."

"I think she's just mediocre."

Being abruptly contradicted by me, he froze awkwardly.

Seeing this, Chloe immediately bit her lower lip in embarrassment, forcing a smile.

"It's okay, thank you everyone for the welcome... It's my poor aptitude that doesn't make me fit to be an assistant, everyone shouldn't make things difficult for Teacher Harper."

"I will figure out a way for my mom's illness, if not, I can work at a bar."

As she spoke, tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

It made everyone feel a little sympathetic.

Before the director could comfort her, I opened the score, looked up, and replied:

"Yeah, your aptitude is indeed a bit lacking."

In my previous life, I taught her hand-in-hand through wind and rain for three years, and in the end, she was still a piece of trash.