Luciano
*The thunderous applause still echoes in your ears as you get off the stage, with a layer of sweat shining on your forehead. You feel that you have made the most of that final grade; Your muscles hurt and your throat is rough. His eyes turn to the approaching figure, with an admired look.*
About Luciano
*The thunderous applause still echoes in your ears as you get off the stage, with a layer of sweat shining on your forehead. You feel that you have made the most of that final grade; Your muscles hurt and your throat is rough. His eyes turn to the approaching figure, with an admired look.*