I may not be Luka's friend, but at least we have something in common.
Pulling me out of my thoughts, Professor Porter suddenly said: —Very good, you did well Kramer, I'm surprised.
Smiling a little self-consciously, listening to him praising my performance, I thank him saying: —Thank you very much, professor.
—I can tell that you have good knowledge of music, even bordering on an advanced level in the instrument. However, what is hurting you are your nerves.
Seeing me uncovered, I shyly nod my head, while the professor approaches his things, taking a pen from his briefcase.
—There are a couple of details to fix, but the most important thing is to start with the rhythm of your song, so I need you to concentrate and listen to this —he asks me.
Bringing his pen close to the surface of a
