A passion, a dream, a path to follow.

Michaël and I sat side by side in front of the piano as my heart was pounding, I kept my face down on the piano keys. It was stupid as I had barely been in his arms, and now I felt awkward being around him and our fingers touching. I have a big problem.

I took a deep breath before calming down and concentrating on my lesson. I've been training for more than a month and my level is quite good – for an amateur.

The melody that Michaël taught me is the one his mother played regularly and it is also the one he prefers to practice the most. Teaching it to me is a real honor for me and I want to quickly master it to pay homage to it.

From time to time, I throw glances at him and I find him concentrated on his action, believing that it is only me who has the misplaced ideas.

“Are you with me Emma? You've screwed up on that note twice."

I catch myself shaking my head before closing my eyes and concentrating. I'm an idiot, I don't have to waste Michael's efforts to teach me the pian