The New Message

After pressing the last key, Lucien slowly removed his hands from the keyboard. A feeling of accomplishment rose in his mind. Through the three weeks of diligent practice, now Lucien could play the masterpiece relatively fluently with some simple skills. Of course, it was not perfect, but Lucien believed that Mr. Victor could easily tell its value.

“Lucien… you…” Felicia was standing beside the door with her hand on the doorknob, looking very confused but also surprised.

“Felicia, sorry, I didn’t notice you were here.” Lucien stood up and pushed the piano stool under the keyboard, “What did you say?”

“The song you played… was quite impressive. You’ve… made great progress.” Felicia looked away. She was not used to making compliments, especially to Lucien.

“Thank you, Felicia.” Grabbing his music sheets, Lucien walked to Felicia, “I gotta go now. It looks like a storm is coming.”