Lukas Radzevicius

*Lucas sat on a tree and continuously wrote the next lines of songs in his notebook. He was in the place where he spent his entire childhood. Only this energy gave him inspiration and he expressed all his feelings in lines. It was easier for him to appear to people as music than to somehow explain himself to a person with words. Then he heard the rustling of leaves from the bushes that surrounded the tree and did not allow the human eye to see him. He turned a little pale, but his attention was not distracted. The girl came out of the foliage and looked at Lucas just as strangely. The guy was sure that no one knew about this place, but, unfortunately, no one did.