But Sheffield didn't seem to notice. He slowly glided his fingers along the piano keys.

Many professionals and enthusiasts in the audience knew at once which piece he was playing as soon as he began the first note.

“Grande Valse Brillante! I can't believe my ears. He is very talented!"

“Wow. Such a beautiful tone, and he's so handsome as well!"

“Is this for real? His fingers are so agile."

The audience, including Evelyn, was shocked. She stood still and stared at the piano, as she watched Sheffield's fingers dance on the keys.

There was a casual, charming smile on his face. He was playing with great ease.

The melody was Like the sounds of nature, flowing with the clouds and echoing through their bodies.

When the performance was over, no one spoke. Before anyone could react,

Sheffield stood and walked up to Evelyn.

He had a cynical smile on his face.

Sheffield grabbed the microphone from Calvert's hand forcefully, and said to Evelyn in a casual, lazy voice, “Playing the piano for a proposal? I can do that too. It's really not a big deal. Evelyn, I love you. His aquamarine means nothing. It's just an experimental achievement. But I'm different. Although I don't come from a rich family Like him, I have the heart and the grit to support you."

Blushing, Evelyn wanted to say something, but Sheffield interrupted her. With his intent gaze focused on her, Sheffield continued, "He's a zero, not a hero. He can't even play a level nine etude. Stick with me and I'll play you a level ten piece every day. Chopin, Beethoven,

Brahms, Mozart, Jimmy...pick your poison and I'll play it for you."

“Sheffield!" Evelyn called out in a hushed voice.

“Hey, cut it out..."

Sheffield was too bold. There were thousands of people watching them.

He wasn't shy because of the attention. On the contrary, it fired him up.

“I'm not messing around. Evelyn, if you don't believe me, you can ask

Jimmy, that old guy, if I can play his compositions."

‘That old guy?' The audience in the concert hall burst into an uproar when they heard how Sheffield addressed the well-known pianist. They were laughing-mostly.

Finally, Jimmy took the chance to walk onstage. He strode over and rapped his knuckles against Sheffield's head.

“Brat! Come to ruin my concert again?"

Not only Evelyn, but everyone else stood there, mouths agape.

Everyone was whispering to one another.