Andi Agosti

I was rehearsing in the rehearsal studio of the elite way school, a school willing to help talented young people search for what they want and what they believe in, and what they want to be. On the drums with drumsticks in hand, masterfully playing sounds with a headphone that returned the sound adequately to my ears, I ended up spotting a new student. I was a lesbian, but I was still dating Emilia, a Brazilian from the exchange program who had a gift for singing and playing instruments, but this new girl who entered the room seemed confused and I couldn't help but put down the phone and the drums to go to her and this is what I did. I approached her smiling sympathetically. Do you need help? I remember that when I came here I was all confused.