The organizers, clearly in a panic, scrambled to respond, "We’ll sort this out, we’ll sort this out..."
"Nicole..." Charles’s voice shook slightly.
I glared at him, my tone cold. "Nicole, make him leave.”
"Nicole..." Charles pleaded, his voice trembled even more.
"Nicole!" I snapped, clenched my teeth, anger swelling in my chest. "This is his fault!"
Nicole hesitated for a moment. Then, with a reluctant sigh, she raised her hand.
Nicole took off Charles’s brooch and said, "Lawrence, change clothes with him."
I thought I misheard. "You... want me to admit that I played that kind of song?"
Nicole didn’t respond, but simply nodded in agreement.
"My father was a revolutionary musician! How could I play that kind of music? It’s Charles’s lack of skill and improper stance! What does it have to do with me?"
"Charles just made a momentary mistake!" Nicole raised her voice, her frustration growing. " He didn’t have the same formal training you did. He doesn’t know as much about musicians as you do, so you can’t blame him.
Then, with a sigh, she said, "I promise, just this once, after it’s over, I’ll marry you."
Still, I adamantly replied, “I refuse!”