Sebastian, in an impeccably tailored tuxedo, mingles confidently with guests. His usual arrogance is magnified by the certainty of his victory now that his only serious competitor has withdrawn. Victoria hovers nearby, orchestrating introductions to influential members of the arts community.
From her position against the wall, Elsa watches the remaining competitors warm up in a side room. There are only two besides Sebastian: young musicians from wealthy families, talented but noticeably nervous about performing. Neither approaches Sebastian's technical proficiency, though Elsa notices the mechanical quality of their playing, the absence of emotional connection to the music.
The competition begins. Sebastian performs Rachmaninoff's Prelude in G minor with flawless technique. His fingers fly across the keys with precision, hitting every note perfectly. The audience applauds enthusiastically when he finishes with a dramatic flourish, though Judge Montgomery's expression remains thoughtfully neutral.
Throughout Sebastian's performance, Elsa stands transfixed, her tray forgotten at her side. Judge Montgomery notices her subtle reactions to the music: the almost imperceptible wince at a rushed passage, the slight head tilt during a particularly challenging sequence. His gaze lingers on her with growing interest.
The other competitors perform adequately but unmemorably. Victoria's satisfaction grows with each mediocre performance, her smile becoming more genuine as Sebastian's victory seems increasingly assured.
As the final competitor concludes, Victoria approaches the microphone with triumph barely concealed beneath her socialite's mask of gracious hospitality.
"Thank you to all our talented young musicians. Unfortunately, our final competitor, David Chen, was unable to participate due to injury. Unless there are any other registered participants, we'll proceed to the judges' deliberation."
Judge Montgomery stands. "I believe a competition requires true competition, Mrs. Harrington. With only three performers, one significantly more experienced than the others, this feels rather predetermined."
Victoria's smile doesn't falter. "I assure you, Judge, all qualified applicants were given equal opportunity to participate."
"Perhaps," he replies, his gaze sweeping the room until it lands on Elsa. "There might be someone else who could make this a genuine contest."
The silence that follows is electric. Victoria's eyes narrow dangerously. "That would be highly irregular, Judge. Our foundation has standards for participants."
"Indeed. Musical standards, I presume." Montgomery's tone is mild, but pointed.