After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 801

Jenna's face turned even redder. She had just opened her mouth, but found that her throat was sore.

Last night... her voice had become hoarse.

She felt embarrassed and shy.

Feeling uncomfortable, she said, "Water... I want water."

Her voice was raspy and her throat felt like there were sand particles rubbing against it.

Brayden quickly went to get her a glass of warm water and brought it to her. "Drink this, Jenna."

After drinking the water, Jenna felt a little better. "You don't have to apologize. The competition is about

composing music and playing it well."

She had composed more than one piece of music under Sylvia's guidance. Although she was a bit

nervous, she was confident in Sylvia's judgment and skill.

"I shouldn't have..." Brayden felt ashamed although the feeling of kissing Jenna was sweet and

addictive; he knew that if their actions affected her performance in the competition, then he would be

responsible for ruining everything.

But at this moment, neither of them realized one thing: they hadn't used birth control last night...

Brayden wasn't thinking too much about it because he was still young while Jenna didn't know any

better either.

So after finishing the glass of water, she forced herself to take a shower despite feeling sore all over

from last night's activities.

The composition competition venue:

Sylvia smirked slightly as she said, "It seems like things got pretty intense last night since they haven't

shown up yet."

Franklin snorted coldly, "Looks like I didn't work hard enough last night which is why you woke up so

early."

Sylvia remained silent as Jasper sat in his seat, wondering who he even was or where he currently

stood, since he couldn't hear or see anything around him at all anymore.

"The competition is about to start soon; if they don't show up now then they'll be late," Sylvia yawned

tiredly as she hadn't slept well either due to staying up late working on things with Brayden and Jenna.

Mrs. Ritter came over with Ashlyn when they noticed that Jenna still hadn't shown up yet.

Ashlyn looked smug as she muttered, "Could it be that she's too scared? Composing three pieces isn't

an easy task after all; maybe all we'll get from her is just one song." Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Mrs. Ritter looked emotionless as she watched the other contestants lining up ready for entry into the

venue, "Who knows whether or not she'll come? Just because Sylvia has supported her doesn't mean

that everything will go smoothly without any obstacles along the way."

The staff responsible for escorting the contestants stood up, looking around for a thin girl they

remembered seeing earlier. "Are there any more contestants to be escorted?" he called out loudly.

No one answered him.

Sylvia frowned. "Maybe we should call Jenna."

This was getting urgent - could it be that Brayden had been too much for her last night and she couldn't

get up? If that were the case...

She pulled out her phone and started dialing, but then saw Jenna hurrying over with Brayden's help.

"Here I am, here I am," she panted.

"She's late! She can't enter!" Ashlyn crowed triumphantly, standing up. "There are rules in this

competition - anyone who is late is disqualified."

Jenna turned pale at Ashlyn's words. Was she really late? Brayden was equally shocked: if they

couldn't compete because of this... he didn't even want to think about it...

The staff member checked his watch coldly and looked at Ashlyn. "There are still thirty seconds left so

technically she isn't late yet. Come on over and get your number tag."

Jenna breathed a sigh of relief and went to register quickly before rushing backstage.

Ashlyn stomped her foot angrily as she sat back down. "That's not fair! She was clearly late!"

She gritted her teeth in frustration - why did Jenna always get special treatment just because she was

pretty with soft skin? It made her sick.

"What can you do? Even if she competes, there's no way she'll win anything good," Mrs. Ritter

consoled Ashlyn by patting her hand gently. "We'll just sit here and wait patiently."

As they spoke, the competition began.

Mother and daughter sat in the front row, while world-renowned music composers judged from their

seats.

The first contestant from Vienna took the stage; he was said to have exceptional talent.

After his performance ended gracefully, applause erupted like waves crashing onto shore.

Backstage, everyone noticed when Jenna arrived since only two days ago had won first place in a

piano competition.

"Why would someone who already won a piano competition bother entering a composition contest?"

people whispered amongst themselves incredulously.

"Yeah, we were not competing against each other, but she had to come over here," Jenna said.

"It's really annoying," someone whispered nearby, filled with hostility towards Jenna.

After all, the crown of champion was something everyone wanted. She had one and yet still

participated in the composition competition. Anyone who saw her would envy and be jealous of her.

Jenna pretended not to hear their voices and silently recited the song she had created in her heart.

There is a big difference between composing and arranging music. Composing is creating a song by

oneself as the main focus while arranging is a concept that generally appears in commercial music.

In order to facilitate mass production under industrialized conditions in the music industry, musicians

sometimes divide music creation into several stages such as composing, orchestration, score

preparation, performance recording, music engineering production, mixing/mastering... Arranging is just

one of them.

Composing was relatively purest and most primitive way of expressing music. Therefore, good or bad

could be immediately seen because it had not been processed afterwards yet.

"My song has gone through many modifications before finally finding inspiration on the sea," Jenna

said proudly.

"My song was inspired during winter when I admired blossoms. Ah - for three years straight I prepared

for this competition destroying countless songs until I finally picked out three satisfactory ones."

"I'm going bald from preparing for this competition."

These people continued their lively discussion.

A woman couldn't help but ask Jenna, "What's your source of inspiration?"

Jenna bit her lip "I don't have any inspiration; I just create when I want to..."

As soon as she said this, she immediately attracted many people's attention; everyone looked at her

curiously.

The woman asked curiously "How long did it take you to create your three songs for the competition?"

"Uh... after registering, they were made within a few days."

After hearing what Jenna said everyone looked shocked or disdainful.

Is that strange?

"You wrote three songs within days?" A male competitor scrutinized her up and down thinking that

those songs' quality definitely couldn't be praised highly enough.

"They must have been hastily put together," another competitor added sarcastically.

Jenna's face turned slightly red, with a hint of embarrassment. "My level is very poor, and I don't want

to participate in the composition competition... participating in the competition was an accident."

As soon as she said this, everyone immediately thought that her level must be inadequate.

They all had to go through a long process of composing, revising and seeking inspiration for their

compositions.

Writing three pieces in just a few days? For them, it was simply impossible.

Even if they could write something, the quality would be very poor.

So they assumed that Jenna's composition must be extremely bad and not pleasing to the ear.

Soon it was Jenna's turn on stage.

After all the sound equipment was set up, she stood on stage and took out a small object from her

pocket.

The host looked at her with some surprise. "What is this? Miss Shepherd can tell us?"

"This is a kind of ocarina from H Rovirsa."

She blew into it and beautiful music echoed throughout the concert hall.

Almost everyone present was attracted by this sudden sound. They began to listen carefully to Jenna's

playing.

The sound was very special and pleasant; completely different from piano or saxophone sounds. It had

an open and relaxed feeling about it - something unique that caught even these world-class musicians

off guard.

Even those backstage were curious. "Why does this music sound so good? It doesn't seem like piano

or violin; definitely not cello."

"What kind of instrument is this?"

"It's strange but also delightful."

Mrs. Ritter's face changed suddenly. "She can play ocarina? Damn!"

Almost everyone was attracted, and as soon as the song ended, enthusiastic applause erupted.

The judge exclaimed excitedly, "This piece was very beautiful. Can I borrow your instrument to take a

look?"