CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24: REGRETS BURIED DEEP IN THE HEART

If she got the job, she could adjust her class schedule to a suitable time slot, making it convenient to pick up and drop off Song Dabai at kindergarten.

Arriving by taxi at the foot of the Huaron Building, Song Yinyin couldn’t help but take a deep breath as she gazed at the conspicuous letters above her that read ’Curtis Art School’.

Although during those six years abroad, she hadn’t been able to attend a top art school, she privately spent a lot of effort attending lectures by various renowned teachers.

The Greenmei Music College she attended, though not well-known, was a formal international art institute.

It’s just a pity she couldn’t get into the master’s program in the Piano Performance Department.

This matter dates back six years.

Six years ago, she had the opportunity to go to Germany to participate in the Mendelssohn Piano Competition. If she had placed in this event, she could have gained admission to the world’s most prestigious and picky academy—Curtis Music Academy.

You need to know that only about 170 students worldwide are selected after rigorous selection each year to enter this academy, with an acceptance rate typically of 4%.

It was said that in the Composition Department, for example, 90 people applied that year, and only one was admitted in the end.

The mentor said she had a great chance of winning...

But on the day before the competition, Song Anqi took away her qualification to compete!

Later, her mother passed away, she became pregnant with Song Dabai, had to drop out of school, and eventually chose to go abroad and seek refuge with her mother’s friend...

Although this matter has been buried for a long time, it always remained a regret deep in Song Yinyin’s heart.

Currently, the reason she chose this training institution called ’Curtis Art School’ was probably because it shared the same name as the academy she aspired to.

She arrived earlier than the other applicants, went to the restroom first, tidied up her appearance, and then submitted her application form.

Sitting on the bench waiting for the interview, her heart pounded uncontrollably, with a nervousness that was indescribable.

"Number 21, Song Yinyin, is Song Yinyin here?" someone called out.

Song Yinyin was caught off guard, quickly stood up, "Here! I’m here!"

"It’s your turn, hurry up and come in."

"Yes!"

She walked in on her heels, where there was a row of interviewers, the one at the forefront was slightly older.

"Miss Song Yinyin, can you play a piano piece first?"

"Yes."

Since she was applying to be a piano teacher, it was only natural to showcase her skills, and Song Yinyin had prepared a piece of Liszt’s "Midsummer Night’s Dream."

Her skilled playing technique, the well-controlled emotional handling, as her fingers struck down, the keys resounded like round pearls bouncing from her fingertips, the sound varied, light as a gentle stream, heavy as a bell...

Some of the interviewers were already entranced by the beautiful music, even closing their eyes to enjoy it, momentarily forgetting that this was an interview, not a piano recital...

As the last note fell, everyone immersed in the lingering charm of the music took a few seconds to snap back to reality.

Clap, clap, clap—

The interviewers stood up one after another, clapping in applause.

The older interviewer, somewhat excited, said, "Absolutely wonderful, that’s the best ’Midsummer Night’s Dream’ I’ve heard."

This was undoubtedly the best compliment for her. Song Yinyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this job was almost hers.

But just at this moment, the door of the interview room opened.

A group of people walked in, escorting a young woman: "Miss Song, this is our interview room, and today we’re hiring for a piano teacher."