Donovan...

As the first rays of sunlight filter through the half-open curtains of my room, I am suddenly torn from my dreams by nightmares. My heart beats wildly.

Why am I suddenly dreaming of the past?, I thought with my heart pounding

-It's in the past, I whispered to myself, trying to reassure myself

 My fingers brush the bed, feeling an unusual texture beneath my palms. A shiver runs through me as I realize that I am surrounded by sheets of paper, each of which has hastily scribbled words on it.

I stand up carefully, taking care not to disturb this curious arrangement. The words stretch out before me, forming a haunting melody that dances in the recesses of my memory.

The melody echoes in my head, soft and familiar, as if it had always been there, just waiting to be freed from the grip of my dreams.

I hum it quietly, letting each note flow like a river through my thoughts.

-But yes, the music I wrote yesterday!, I exclaimed happily, forgetting at the same time my nightmare

I finally get up, taking with me these sheets of paper loaded with promises.

Despite the lingering feeling of incomplete sleep, I know this day is off to a wonderful start.

I head to the bathroom, letting the hot water run over my skin, banishing the last traces of sleep from my mind.

Wrapped in a fluffy towel pink like my hair, I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my tired reflection.

I get dressed quickly, the studio is waiting for me.

I leave my room, taking the sheets of paper with me.

-Already getting up?, my mother was surprised.

-Yes, I'm going to the studio to record a song for my new album, I answered him, showing him my sheets of paper.

-Have you already written a new song?, my mother asked me in surprise.

-Yes I had inspiration yesterday, I told him

-What gave you inspiration?, my mother asked me curiously

-I don't really know, I lied to him

-Can I listen to the music?, asked my mother

-No, you will listen to it when the album comes out, I replied, smiling at him.

-Okay, my mother said to me, I'm impatiently waiting for your album

-I have to go, I told him, see you this evening

-Okay, see you tonight, she replied.

25 minutes later -

I enter the studio with palpable determination, each step resonating with the echo of my own inner music. The studio walls seem to vibrate in harmony with my thoughts, welcoming my aspirations with silent kindness.

Inside the dance hall, a few dancers are already busy, stretching and repeating fluid movements in a graceful ballet.

-Hi !

-Huyn!, exclaims one of the dancers, it's been a really long time

-Where have you been?, said Hael

-We missed you, added Hazuki

-Yeah, I was pretty busy with all the things I had to do, I told them.

-We were told that you replaced your Donovan album with another one, is that true?, asked Syera

-Yeah, I replied, nodding my head.

-Have you started the new album? asked Hazuki

-Yeah, I started and I even created the first song on the album, I admitted to them in a proud tone.

-So cool!, he said to me excitedly, and what is the title of the new sound

-Green Eyes

-Isn't that about Donovan by any chance? Asked Hael

-Yeah I think he also has green eyes, added Seyra

-And what is the title of the new album?, Hazuki cut them off

-Renaissance, I replied

-Wow I really like it, said Haz7ki

-Can we listen to your new sound "Green Eyes"?, asked Hael

-Yeah I want to try dancing to your new sound, said Seyra impatient to dance

Without further ado, I head towards the control room, where the instruments silently await their moment of glory. My fingers touch the piano keys, awakening a familiar melody that resonates in the air with a haunting purity.

The dancers gather around me, their movements synchronizing with the music that envelops the space. Every step, every gesture is a response to the call of inspiration.

And when the last note fades into the air, we remain there, motionless, immersed in this music.

The dancers look at me in amazement.

-You really know how to make someone vibrate, Seyra told me, still amazed by my music

-Yeah the music is incredible, the other two dancers told me

Clap Clap

I hear someone clapping and instinctively I turn towards the source of the noise.

-Donovan, whispered one of the surprised dancers

What is he doing here?, I thought furiously

-Can you leave us alone for a few minutes? Donovan asked the dancers

-No worries, replied the dancers as they left