You wanted to learn the piano this summer. That's why you applied for the course. The building was quite large. You found your class. There were pianos everywhere. You sat on someone's chair. There was no one in the classroom yet. I think you came a little early. While you were casually pressing the piano keys, someone sat on the chair next to you. His hair was wavy black and his eyes were pale blue. He didn't look like an Englishman. The boy looked at you. "You're doing your hand movements wrong. Let me show you." He said and started playing with his thin fingers. The melody was very beautiful.