“What the hell? Who just said that?" Clare snapped, flushing with anger.

“Who dared to talk about me like that?" she pressed again.

Her eyes darted over the crowd, furtively trying to locate the offender.

However, no one bothered to answer her. Either they awkwardly avoided her gaze, or stared at her mockingly, as if they were watching a comedy show.

The representative of the Musicians' Association couldn't stand it anymore. He frowned and said, "Clare, that's enough. Maria came all the way here to watch the rehearsal! We shouldn't waste her time."