Key after key, in a furious way I kept playing my song, trying to ignore Luka, who was still next to me, looking at me like a madman.
—Very incredible, really incredible —I hear Luka say, staring at me—. This song is full of double scales, do your fingers open so wide? Your hands are so small, it's amazing that you can do it.....
Sighing tiredly again, just as I had been doing since all this nonsense started, I don't answer Luka; who unbearably keeps talking to me. Trying to concentrate on practicing my song, I avoid looking at Luka, not even feeling him, as his presence makes me nervous and wrong. I don't know if he notices this or why he is doing something like this to me, knowing that it bothers and disturbs me, that I am making a mistake because he is here, or if he just prefers to i
