A moment later, he opened his eyes again.
“Woof! Woof woof!”
The whole auditorium erupted with laughter.
“Hahaha!”
Even those who had tried to stay neutral—some of whom had felt Stella had gone too far—couldn’t hold back anymore after witnessing this scene.
It was simply too funny to resist.
The entire hall buzzed with laughter, as if they were watching a comedy show rather than a violin recital.
The audience was thoroughly entertained.
Well, everyone except Mr. Walden and his group.
Their expressions were downright miserable, as if wishing they could disappear into the floorboards. If slipping out unnoticed had been an option, they wouldn’t have lasted another minute in that room.
Every sideways glance thrown at Mr. Walden felt like a needle pricking the skin, making it impossible to sit still.
The looks—half pity, half ridicule—were like invisible slaps landing squarely on his face.
Was it anger, or regret? Even he couldn’t tell anymore.
After all, if even Harry had lost to Stella, what was left to say?
…
Once the farce ended, the crowd reluctantly drifted out of the hall, still buzzing with excitement as they chatted about the spectacle they’d just witnessed.
Gossip and drama—those were universal pleasures.
By now, not only had the story exploded across social media at home, but videos of Harry barking like a dog had gone international.
Violinists who’d once left the scene after being humiliated by Harry found themselves delighting in poetic justice.
Within mere hours, photos and videos of Harry were everywhere, remixed and lampooned across the internet. Some particularly creative souls had photoshopped Harry’s face onto a dog’s body, set to absurdly catchy music that had people doubled over with laughter.
Soon, those memes became must-have reaction images.
But that, of course, is another story.
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