Silently, I watched Luka's hands very carefully, seeing his fingers and the way he pressed the piano keys as he played his song. Even though I had never seen the sheet music for the song he was going to play, I already knew parts of it, hearing the music clearly in my head and memorizing the way he played it.
Finishing that section, Luka sighed and stretched his arms, smiling at me: —Did it sound good?
Without wanting to lie to him, I answer: —Well... It could have sounded better.
—I know, but I'm just starting to play this song, when I get the rhythm, it will sound better and it will be much easier to play it.
—Yes, I know you will do well.
We were in the first week of the rehearsals we had together in the warehouse, in those first days when we met again before I lost my virginity by
