—So are you going back to the music club? —Anne asks me, as she sees me putting my stuff in my backpack.
I don't want to think too much about it, let alone give Anne so many explanations. But she's my best friend, so I don't want to lie to her either, so I finally confess: —Yes, I'm going back.
The weekend was over, and it was Monday again, another Monday to start a new week. The previous week Luka had lent me the sheet music of the song I was hearing in my dreams, and although I had refused to return to the club right away, I committed Luka to study the song for our solo in my free time at home, so that this Monday we would return together and propose our song for the solo.
The new contest was to take place the first week of December, just a week before the start of the winter vacation
