The air was thick with the haunting melody of the piano, each note weaving through the room like an enchantress’s spell.

Silence gripped the audience as every gaze locked onto Amy Sinclair, their faces a canvas of shock and wonder.

Nathan Prescott, who had been poised to broadcast Amy’s humiliation to the world, found his fingers frozen over his phone.

He had poured a fortune into securing the prime spot on the livestream platform, ensuring maximum exposure for her downfall.

The moment he went live, thousands flooded in, eager for the spectacle.

Before Amy began, the chaotic murmurs had viewers assuming disaster—nothing drew a crowd faster than public failure in the digital age.

But as the first notes of Luna Serenade spilled from her fingertips, the snarky comments screeched to a halt.

Not from lag.

From sheer, stunned silence.

Then—chaos.

Emoji storms. Screaming caps-lock rants. Keyboard smashes of disbelief. Nathan’s high-end phone glitched under the onslaught.

"HOLY—I’ve never heard anything like this! And I don’t even like classical music!"

"I study at Solmaris Conservatory. This girl just outplayed Benjamin Carter. Benjamin. Carter."

"I was so mesmerized I forgot to screen-record! PLEASE tell me someone got this!"

"Is she an angel? Because I’m ready to worship."

"Streamer, pan the camera back to her face. I need to see perfection again."

"Gift bomb incoming! Maybe she’ll play another piece?"

Nathan blinked at the screen, reality crashing back just in time to see the viewer count explode.

Five minutes.

Half a million viewers.

His follower count rocketed past fifty thousand, climbing faster than he could process.

Within moments, his stream topped the trending charts.

Elsewhere, top streamers gaped as their audiences evaporated mid-broadcast.

"Uh… did my internet just die? Where’d everyone go?"

Viewers dropped hasty comments before fleeing:

"Some rich guy dumped millions to push a livestream to the top. Gotta see this!"

Stream alerts blitzed across platforms as big-name creators piled in.

"Wait, is this the Amy Sinclair drama? I heard—OH MY GOD."

Then came the gifts.

A relentless storm of digital diamonds, rockets, and golden crowns, each more extravagant than the last.

"This girl’s about to go viral. I’m getting in early."

Rival streamers, not to be outdone, joined the frenzy, battling for the top gifter spot.

"Hey gorgeous, follow back? Let’s collab!"

"New here? Drop a follow!"

The screen flashed nonstop, a dizzying cascade of animations.

Nathan’s eye twitched.

His plan had been to ruin her.

Not crown her the internet’s newest obsession.