The representative of the Musicians' Association was wringing his hands in clear distress.

He pulled Clare aside, concern evident in his voice.

“Clare, what happened out there? The formal performance is about to start! Don't you know the music score inside and out by now?"

Clare, feeling cornered by the representative's interrogation, retorted with a blend of panic and frustration, "I know that music score like the back of my hand! But I've been saying that I'm not at my peak today. I desperately need a breather!"

Having said her piece, Clare's gaze shifted, locking onto Maria.

Truth be told, Maria's face was an unreadable mask, ever the picture of cool detachment.

Yet, in that heartbeat of a moment, Clare felt an overwhelming suspicion that Maria was silently ridiculing her!

This mere thought was enough to send Clare's blood boiling with rage.

With her temper flaring, Clare lashed out, "What's with that look,

Maria? So I slipped up a little. Big deal! It isn't my fault. It's all yours! Did you make this score so ludicrously intricate just to flaunt your composing prowess?"

Clare's fiery outburst sent shockwaves through the room, causing a chorus of gasps and murmurs.

The band members, in particular, were astounded!

These youngsters weren't deeply into online drama. But yes, they'd heard about Clare's controversial tweets.

They'd also seen Clare's attempt to set the record straight by claiming to have nothing to do with that account and those posts.

But now, Clare's words seemed to confirm she had indeed mocked

Maria's compositions on Twitter.

The reality of it was glaringly apparent. Clare's facade had crumbled, unveiling her true nature for all to see.

Maria responded with a smirk and a soft chuckle.

Maria had been biting her tongue, tolerating Clare for the team's sake and for all those who had poured their heart and soul into this concert.

But let it be known, Maria wasn't a doormat!

At this juncture, Maria's patience with Clare had worn dangerously thin.

From the evident slip-ups in Clare's recent performance, it was clear to Maria that Clare hadn't dedicated herself to truly understanding the music score. Clare's grasp on the music seemed shallow, Like she never truly penetrated the profound essence of the composition!

Having reached her limit with Clare's antics, Maria felt it was high time she gave Clare a piece of her mind.

With a frosty tone, Maria admonished, "Perhaps if you spent more time honing your craft rather than causing scenes, you'd be up to par."