Chapter 12 Sometimes, it’s better to be flexible
The night wind was slightly chilly. After Tang Susu watched He Zhimo leave, she wrapped her clothes with her slender white fingers.
She looked down at the map and hailed a taxi.
Salon Square, the most prosperous area in Lingcheng.
The lights are bright, even the neon lights are more gorgeous than those outside.
Tang Susu walked along the street with her schoolbag on her back. She would take a second look at the recruitment notices posted in the windows of coffee shops, western restaurants, and any high-end clubs.
Finally, she stopped in front of a western restaurant and looked at the pianist job posting with a smile on her face.
This was the fastest way she could think of to make money.
The doorman looked at Tang Susu who was walking over. The girl had a simple ponytail and looked like a bitch, but her temperament was excellent.
He asked politely, "Miss, how many people are there?"
Tang Susu smiled and said, "I'm looking for someone."
She walked into the hall with her schoolbag on her back and saw a man who looked like a manager in a tuxedo.
She walked over quickly and said politely, "Hello, are you the restaurant manager?"
The manager nodded, "Little girl, what's up?"
Tang Susu expressed her purpose simply and quickly.
The manager smiled, thinking it was some kid who had learned piano for a few years and wanted to cause trouble.
He said politely, "Little girl, our restaurant has high requirements for pianists. It doesn't mean that if you pass the tenth-level piano exam, you can come here and work part-time."
Tang Susu nodded, "Yeah, I know."
For those who don’t know much about piano, they may think that level 10 is impressive.
In fact, those who really learn the piano will not deliberately take the "grade test". She has never taken the so-called grade test.
She raised her head, her clear eyes and eyebrows curved, "Manager, just let me try. I guarantee I can do it. I can play classical music and jazz. I'm especially good at..."
At this moment, light jazz music came from the restaurant. Tang Susu blinked slightly and quickly changed the classical music she had just spoken to jazz.
Sometimes, it's better to be flexible.
"Especially good at jazz!"
However, the manager still refused, "Go home quickly, little girl. This is not a place for you to play."
Tang Susu never thought that she would be rejected even though she had performed on the national stage.
A girl should have her own pride, especially in the area she is best at.
But thinking of He Zhimo, she still had to earn rent money.
She clasped her hands together and begged, "Manager, please let me play a song. Once I play it, you'll know I can do it."
The manager still refused.
Just then, a waiter came forward and said, "Manager, a customer said the pianist's playing was not good enough. We have changed the pianist this month."
When Tang Susu heard this, she immediately volunteered, "Manager, please let me try."
Seeing the manager still hesitating, she set her eyes on the grand piano in the center and ran over quickly.
She moved her bag to the piano bench and tried a note.
The manager quickly stepped forward to stop it.
The next second, the first note on the piano fell.
The music instantly places people in the Middle Ages, and the light tones evoke people's deepest desires.
The manager stopped dead in his tracks.
I'm in the mood for love. He had heard many pianists perform this piece of music, but none of them performed it as well as the girl in front of him.
Her fingertips seemed to have magic, and could easily bring people into the world of music.
In the 19th century, at a ball, guests danced to the music under the lights.
I don’t know how long it took before the song ended.
The restaurant guests spontaneously applauded, and the manager finally came to his senses.
After playing the piano, Tang Susu put on her schoolbag and walked back to the manager.
She smiled with her eyes crooked, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart, "Manager, do you think it's okay?"
Although she had just vowed to do so, she usually only played classical music and rarely played jazz, relying entirely on memory.
She had never performed in such an occasion before, so she was still a little unconfident.
"Do your parents know you're coming?" the manager hesitated.
It is impossible for parents to let a girl with such piano skills come here to be a pianist.
Someone like her should be sitting in a music hall instead of being a pianist in a high-end western restaurant. Her goal should be to be a pianist, or rather, her piano skills are no worse than those of a pianist.
Tang Susu bowed, "Manager, I can make my own decision."
The manager is still hesitant.
There are several Western restaurants near Place de la Chalon, all of similar quality and service. The customers are not short of money, but what they need is a certain style.
The pianist they were working with went abroad last month, and since they haven't found a suitable one, they have had fewer customers recently.
He thought that the girl in front of him could not only help her retain customers, but also attract more customers.
Just then, the waiter came over and said, "Manager, the guests have been asking if this is the pianist we hired. He's excellent, the best they've ever heard in a concert hall is this level."
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