Chapter 177
The music filled the hall, wrapping around every ear like a spell There was nothing else-just the voice of the violin, echoing again and again in everyone’s mind, too beautiful, too surreal to be real.
The entire hall was silent. Not a single cough, not a rustle. Everyone sat frozen, their eyes fixed on Sharon-wide-eyed, stunned, caught somewhere between disbelief and awe,
Even Nate, who still held his phone ready to broadcast her humiliation to the world, couldn’t look away.
He’d gone all in to ruin her. Poured hundreds of thousands into pushing his livestream to the front page, front and center-top of the homepage, impossible to miss.
The second he hit “Go Live,” tens of thousands of viewers flooded in.
Before Sharon started playing, the feed was filled with noise-chatter from the crowd, the messy buzz of people anticipating drama. Viewers assumed there’d been some mistake or accident. Maybe even a scandal. Something juicy,
This was the internet at its best-nobody looked away from drama. They watched it blow up.
So they stayed. Waiting for the trainwreck.
Then Sharon played.
And for the next few minutes, something weird happened: the comment section went completely dead.
Not a single word. No “LOL,” no “what’s going on,” not even an emoji. Just a strange, suspended silence, like the entire internet was holding its breath.
Then the last note faded out.
And the screen exploded.
Comments flooded the chat like a dam had broken so fast that even Nate’s high-end phone started lagging from the overload.
[Oh my god! I don’t even like music, but that was… I couldn’t look away.]
[I do know music. Studied it. This girl’s better than John Westin. Yes, that John Westin!]
[Crap, I forgot to screen-record I was too into it! Please, someone send a clip! I’ll owe you forever!]
[Okay but… is it just me or is she insanely gorgeous?? Who is this??]
[She’s unreal. I’m literally about to cry. I want to lick my screen.]
[I followed you, streamer! Now move the damn camera! I can’t see her face!]
[Quick! Let’s send her some gifts! Maybe she’ll play another piece!]
Nate finally snapped out of his trance-just in time to see the chaos explode on his feed.
His jaw dropped when he checked the viewer count.
In under five minutes, it had skyrocketed into the millions.
His follower count? Surging by the hundreds of thousands, climbing faster by the second like a rocket.
Before he could even react, his stream hit #1 on the real-time trending charts.
Meanwhile, top streamers across the platform were scratching their heads, watching their numbers tank.
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“Guys, is my Wi-Fi glitching? My views are tanking.”
Some fans who’d just logged off noticed something was up and jumped back in.
[Apparently, some rich dude paid a fortune to push a stream to the front page. Worth checking out.]
Word spread fast. Other influencers got curious and clicked in.
And after hearing Sharon play, they didn’t hold back. Digital gifts poured in-coins, tips, animations, fireworks.
[She’s gonna blow up. I’m dropping gifts now so she remembers my name.]
This girl’s gonna blow up. I’m dropping gifts now so she remembers my name.
[Hey gorgeous, I followed you! Let’s collab sometime, yeah?]
[New fans, let’s gooo! Spam those likes!]
The screen lit up with effects, gifts, and animations-endless and unstoppable.
Watching it all unfold, Nate’s right eyelid twitched violently. A surge of rage shot through him so fast, he could barely breathe.
He hadn’t spent hundreds of thousands to promote Sharon. He’d spent it to destroy her.
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