Thomas took the phone from Michael's hand and spoke in his distinct, magnetic voice. The richness of his tone carried effortlessly through the line to Dora's ears. "Hello, this is Thomas Foster. The person you just spoke to is indeed my manager." Hearing that captivating voice, Dora froze. The joy of the moment overwhelmed her, leaving her standing motionless, her expression blank with disbelief. After the call ended, Dora remained in a daze, unable to recover her senses. Seraphina glanced at her, leaning in to nudge her gently. "Hey, Earth to Barnes." The next moment, Dora's trembling hands grabbed Seraphina's tightly, squealing with excitement. "Thomas Foster wants me to play piano at his concert! Thomas Foster wants me as his accompanist! Thomas—" "Stop!" Seraphina interrupted, cutting off her repetitive chant. "I get it—Thomas Foster invited you. Calm down.""Calm down?! How can I calm down? This is Thomas Foster! The Thomas Foster!" Seraphina observed Dora's ecstatic, borderline hysterical state with a blank expression. She couldn't comprehend the intensity of Dora's reaction. Noticing Seraphina's calm demeanor, Dora's excitement dimmed slightly, replaced by a hint of frustration. "You've seriously been living under a rock for the last century, haven't you? You probably don't even know what Thomas looks like. No wonder you don't understand the feelings of us fans. Sit down, let me educate you." In that instant, Dora shoved all their past grievances aside, her mind solely focused on converting Seraphina into a fellow Thomas enthusiast. "Thomas Foster is the first Serican to win a Grammy! He's also an award-winning actor, with both domestic and international Best Actor titles under his belt. "His voice—oh, his voice! It's like an angel kissed his vocal cords. Once you hear it, you'll fall in love with it. And his acting? Unparalleled. He's an international film icon and dominates the domestic industry, too. "But that's not all. He's also a painter. At sixteen, he painted 'The Silent Sky,' which won gold at an international youth competition. That painting sold for thirty million at auction! If he hadn't chosen acting, he'd probably be one of the most celebrated painters of our time. Oh, wait—he still is!" Seraphina tried to walk away, but Dora clung to her arm like a barnacle. "I get it. I understand," Seraphina said, exhaling. "Can you let go now?" Dora released her with a huff, glaring at Seraphina's calm expression. "You're not human." Seraphina rolled her eyes in exasperation. … When Seraphina returned to the classroom building, she noticed an unusual buzz among the students. Everyone seemed inexplicably excited."Is it true? Is Thomas Foster really coming to Pyrin for a concert?" "I have to get a ticket!" "Which company is organizing the concert this time?" "I heard Juliette Thorne's dad is handling it." "What? I'm going straight to her to get tickets. No way I'm fighting the crowd for them." Sure enough, in the classroom, Juliette's desk was surrounded by a mob of students, all pleading for tickets and showering her with compliments. Juliette, basking in the attention, looked more radiant than ever. She seemed to revel in the newfound spotlight. When she saw Seraphina, she blocked her path with a smug smile. "If you want tickets to Thomas' concert, I can give you some. But you'll have to kneel and apologize to me in front of everyone. Not a bad deal, right?" Seraphina remained silent, too exasperated to respond.