Every night you was running away from your home to spend the night at a big lake and to play at your metal flute, it was your hobby.You was always sitting near the lake on the grass and playing your favorite melody, which was fitting this calm atmosphere.Tonight's night wasn't an exception for you, so you waited till your strict parents fell asleep and leaved the house again, approaching to the lake.After you finished playing the melody, you heard a voice behind you

"...Not bad."