Chapter 87

"The first prize of this Original Music Competition goes to Adrian Valentine's 'Fervor.' Second place is awarded to Melody Li's 'My Wandering Heart,' and third place belongs to Dream Xu's 'Reminiscence'..."

With each name announced, Nathan Lowell's expression darkened.

When the sixth place was called, murmurs rippled through the audience.

"Sixth place—Nathan Lowell's 'Child.'"

The result drew surprised glances from many.

But soon, the audience nodded in quiet understanding.

As a music student, I'd noticed the awkward key change in his chorus. Making the top ten was already a stroke of luck.

Every entry this year was produced in collaboration with top-tier industry professionals. The standard was exceptionally high.

Adrian shone like a supernova, grinning like an overjoyed child.

Who wouldn't be thrilled to collaborate with their idol?

Dream's performance was equally stunning. 'Reminiscence' showcased her unique vocal texture perfectly.

Amid the praise, someone pointed out a more intriguing detail.

Wait—both the first and second-place winners worked with Sophia Laurent?

No wonder they call her Composer T. Her talent is undeniable.

Nathan truly was blind to treat Sophia that way...

The comments section overflowed with admiration for Sophia and scathing critiques of Nathan.

His fan count plummeted visibly.

Only then did genuine panic grip Nathan.

After the recording, he intercepted Sophia before she could leave.

"Sophia, can we start over?"

His voice cracked. "I'll make it up to you."

She didn't even glance his way.

"Unnecessary."

The Lowells meant nothing to her now.

"Mom and Dad miss you. Come home for dinner?"

Sophia's lips curled into a cold smile.

Before she could respond, Lucas Sheridan's voice cut in.

"Sorry, she has plans tonight."

Nathan frowned at the director.

"Since when are you two so close?"

Sophia walked past him toward Lucas. "Let's go."

She owed no explanations.

Their retreating figures stabbed at Nathan's chest.

Adrian, lingering nearby, couldn't resist a jab. "Regrets now? Too late."

He'd also asked Sophia out—though rejected, he'd at least gotten her contact.

Nathan finally recognized the suffocating pain in his chest.

Regret.

If only he'd treated Sophia better...

But 'if only' changed nothing.