I think Luka is playing with me, in such a confusing way, that I'm slightly freaking out about it.
—You're getting way ahead of yourself, are you planning to solo like this? —I am annoyed by Luka, attentive to every note he played on the piano.
After that wonderful day in which through votes I got to be chosen as the piano soloist for the club when Luka voted for me being "nice" for the first time in his whole life; everything became a bit strange between us. Not only because Luka didn't react at all the way I expected him to, freaking out because I had beaten him in his stupid solo. Luka seemed very calm about it...
Returning home that day, I cheerfully told my parents about the fact that I was going to be a soloist for the club, and just as I expected from them, we celebrated by eatin
