She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 737

"Please explain the critical evolutionary logic from Schoenberg's establishment of the twelve-tone method to Boulez's total serialism. What were the core aesthetic demands and historical contexts driving this evolution?

Furthermore, explain whether this 'evolutionary logic' inherently proves that musical composition cannot be divorced from its specific historical and technological context."

"I... I..." Cold sweat poured down Jethro's forehead. His eyes darted around frantically, hoping someone in his posse would feed him the answer. But his lackeys were mostly D-Tier students—they knew even less than he did. They avoided his gaze awkwardly.

"The evolutionary logic is... is the composer's pursuit of stricter rules..." he stammered, regurgitating the most hollow, generic textbook buzzwords he could think of.

"Stricter rules?" Loyce's voice was steady, but her eyes were calculating. "That's far too vague. Did your professors not elaborate? An S-Tier student doesn't know this? Be specific."

Jethro's face turned from pale to green. He knew who Schoenberg was, he had heard of Op. 16, but what the hell was a motivic cell? What specific movement analysis? His mouth opened and closed, a strangled gurgle catching in his throat, but no words came out.

Resting her chin on her hand, Loyce tapped the desk with her other hand. She suddenly called out a name from the roster. "Roland, do you know?"

Startled, Roland was nervous but managed to confidently lay out a solid, coherent analysis. He waited anxiously for her verdict.

Loyce's lips curled up, and she checked off a box on the roster. "Very good. You pass."

Roland let out a massive sigh of relief.

Loyce immediately turned back to Jethro, firing off a barrage of brutally complex, esoteric musical questions. Every single time, he gave vague, stuttering non-answers, causing the other judges on the panel to frown deeply.

Whenever Jethro stumbled, Loyce would randomly select another S-Tier student to answer it instead.

The vast majority answered correctly. The few who fumbled like Jethro received a swift, merciless 'X' next to their names.

By the end of it, Jethro had been systematically annihilated. Unable to handle the humiliation any longer, he screamed, "What the hell is your problem?! Why am I in every single round of questions?! You're just doing this to humiliate me in front of everyone, aren't you?!"

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