Swallowing some of my own salivae, I stand closer to Luka at the piano, lowering my gaze. As always when I have to play in public, I can't help but feel extremely nervous about everything going on around me, trembling and getting very anxious about it.
—Are you ready? We can wait a little bit and calm down before giving the solo if that's what you want —Luka proposes to me in a low voice, realizing that I'm shaking a little.
I don't want to interrupt this moment, I can understand how important it is, so I refuse saying: —No, let's do it at once.
I understood how important the dress rehearsal of the song was, mainly because we were the last solo in the club to be approved because if the song didn't have potential, no matter what Luka or I wanted, the club was going to write us off. And i
