Kyriaki: Are you writing again?
Master: What do you want me to do?
Kyriaki: Me? Nothing…
Master: Disciple?
Kyriaki: You insist… Could you…
Master: What?
Kyriaki: Show me how you write music?
Master: During the time of the composition?
Kyriaki: Yes then!
Master: I understand you are not asking for anything…
Kyriaki: Of course not.
Master: Understood…
Kyriaki: When?
Master: Now…
Kyriaki: But you are writting…
Master: It doesn’t matter…
Kyriaki: I could wait…
Master: There is no need…
Kyriaki: Are we starting?
Master: As if you were next to me.
Kyriaki: Upon your shoulder!
Master: Okay. It’s enough…
Kyriaki: What?
Master: For you not to fall as soon as you hear…