Chapter 225 Breathtaking Performance

As the curtains were drawn, Lydia missed the look of panic on Meryl’s face, and a wave of disappointment washed over her.

As some guests began to leave, Lydia grabbed Dalton’s arm and said, “Dalton, how can such a big hotel just lose power like this? I’m scared of the dark! Let’s get out of here!”

Dalton frowned, taking in the chaos.

With the sudden blackout and the noise, it was clear that the gala was probably coming to an end.

He straightened his jacket, ready to leave, when suddenly, a deep cello sound pierced the air.

Lydia froze, her face darkening.

She couldn’t help but wonder, “How could Meryl still play without a microphone?”

In the midst of the confusion, the audience hushed, as if enchanted by the unexpected music. It was a soothing sound that cut through the chaos and grabbed everyone’s attention.

Since the microphone was out, everyone had to stay quiet to hear her play.

People started pulling out their phones, shining their flashlights toward the stage.

Gradually, the lights began to focus on Meryl, who sat gracefully in the spotlight.

She looked serene, completely unfazed by the turmoil around her. Cradling her cello, she leaned in and began to play, filling the room with beautiful melodies.

Meryl had only been playing the cello for around two years, which wasn’t long at all in the world of music.

During that time, she had only gotten the hang of the basics.

Ever since Dalton’s accident, she hadn’t touched the cello at all. It was only in the last couple of weeks that she picked it up again.

Meryl had a distinct style when she played the cello. She poured her heart into it rather than relying on technical skills.

With only two years of practice, she was far from mastering the instrument, but her natural talent shone through.

Even her former teacher had said it was a shame for her to quit so soon.

The teacher had gone so far as to visit her in person to encourage her to keep playing, believing that if she continued, she could one day have her own solo concert and become a remarkable musician.

But Meryl had turned down that opportunity, burdened by guilt.

If it weren’t for her struggle to catch a taxi with her cello, Dalton wouldn’t have had to brave that rainy day to pick her up, leading to the accident that changed everything.

After playing a heartbreaking piece in the hospital, she made a vow never to touch the cello again.

As she played now, the deep, resonant notes flowed from her like a heartfelt story, pulling at the audience’s emotions.

The sound reached into the depths of their souls, especially in the enveloping darkness of the room, which seemed to magnify their feelings.

In this moment, the crowd was entirely spellbound, all noise fading away as they focused on the music.

Even the online comments had come to a stop.

With her head slightly lowered, Meryl’s eyes were fixed on the strings, reflecting a sense of solitude.

She seemed like a dreamer, pulling everyone into the world she had crafted, slowly revealing the tale she wanted to tell.

It didn’t matter whether they were musically knowledgeable or not. Everyone was utterly absorbed, lost in the moment.

As the last note echoed into silence, Meryl stood and took a bow.

Only then did the audience gradually return to reality.

The room erupted into thunderous applause that resonated long after the music stopped, a testament to the profound impact of her performance.

The live chat was flooded with excited comments, capturing the awe of the viewers.