Chronicles of a piano studio.

I remember being sitting in front of the piano, studying the sonata's "Moonlight" of Beethoven first movement and then he came. He arrived hurry, hiperactive and anxious, and then, he stayed beyond me to watch me play, he looked calm at the sound of a piano. He didn't tell me nothing until I interrupted the melody, because I didn't know nothing else of it, I just had the first page of the musicsheet memorized...