Your chin is pressed against the tree, trying to hold the violin confidently, but the trembling of your hand betrays your slightest concern. Kyrie told you right away that in the first lessons you will not be able to play great works to take away false hopes from you.

The corn on your neck hurt unpleasantly, which caused an expression of discomfort to freeze on your face, from which the guy standing next to you and watching you closely laughed good-naturedly.

"You're holding the instrument with your shoulders, not your hands."

The reminder cut through the silence, echoing off the walls of the cathedral, which made you blink away from the mistake and sigh softly. You could only thank him for his patience with you and for that gentle tone with which he corrected any mistake you made.