Take five Laughs, jokes and hugs were combined in the same view seen from the stairway leading to the second floor. It was the first day of my last high school year and instructions from professors to help freshmen to get into their classrooms were lost among the stories of summer vacations. The floor had been refurbished and the walls seemed to be whiter. Even so, our carved names besides principal’s office door remained untouched since that day when Steve returned, two months after his unfortunate car accident. Like every year, extracurricular classes groups, filled all the school facilities with ads, inviting us to be part of them. Windows, walls, doors were used to post flyers, Even trees were the perfect canvas to design the ad for the painting class. During my first high school years, I was on sports teams. This time, I wanted something different, since it was the last year and the courses were a little more difficult and training sessions took a lot of my free time. I came across a tree with illegible Asian characters. Although I was interested, it conflicted with schedule. A few steps ahead I found an extinguisher box with first aids ads. That course was offered just on Saturday, and I was offering math classes those days. I kept walking to the cafeteria and then, in the entrance, there was an ad that caught my eye. I didn’t know that there was a jazz band in school. “Are you interested?” I turned my gaze to the girl who was in the first table. The rehearsals schedule was perfect. “Yes but to be honest, I am not really good at instruments”. I had tried to learn to play the sax few years ago, before I left it gathering dust in the basement. Anna had a long brown curly hair and her skin was almost white, as her smile. She stood up at the fine print at the bottom of the ad. “There are classes for any level” Building A. Classrom 304. Tuesday. 17:04. Door was closed. It was obvious. I had arrived later to my first class. Anna greeted me through the little window in the door and the professor noticed me. “Come in! We havent started yet”. Today I still remember every detail from that day and I’m glad that everything happened in that way. What would have happened if I hadn’t went out of the building to look for a new class? What would have happened if I hadn’t met Anna in the cafeteria? I turn to see her and nod my head, telling her that I’m ready. Her drums interrupt my nervousness and her gaze is waiting my first note of my first recital.