Morning broke through.
Classical music played softly in the background.
The fresh morning air carried both excitement and uncertainty through the atmosphere.
For Zimo, standing in front of this vintage building, only the second applied. He held the phone tighter in his hand as the direction map indicated that he had arrived.
Not long after, a man wearing black came out to open the small gate.
Zimo stood frozen for a moment and only started moving when the man held out a hand.
The see-through walls down the aisle enabled one to see musicians practicing. The gentle sounds composed by each person, complemented one another in a heartwarming way.
It followed each step they took until they reached the end of this long aisle.
The man stopped and turned to Zimo.
Looking back at him, Zimo averted his gaze toward the door that was slightly opened. He could hear a piano playing inside.
Given a head nod by the man, he slowly opened the door and walked in.
