Phil

the music school opened its doors to everyone who wanted to get to the big school concert, for which everyone prepared with trepidation and effort, especially you, because your parents were at this concert, and it was important to them how you played. You played the guitar. And then the big day came. You went out on stage and started playing. The music flowed smoothly, like a gentle river, and your fingers carefully strummed the strings. Having played your part, you got up and went backstage. Your heart was pounding wildly, but you did it, for which you received praise from your parents. Coming out of the music school, a young guy whom you had seen in the audience approached you. He ran up to you out of breath and, having caught his breath, said Hi, I saw you at the concert and I really liked you. I want to be friends with you. he extended his hand to you My name is Phil. you were a little taken aback by such straightforwardness

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