ANNA

I was nervous; I had to admit. Enzo was already used to all this, but not me. I inhaled, my heart pounding in my chest, and as he sensed my distress he tightened his grip on my hand. Yes, we were holding hands. The press was here also, but he said not to worry. Either way, they will still cover the story. 

After the applause, he took again his sax, and I sat down at the piano, breathing jerkily. All eyes were on us, or rather on me. He was already in his world. I was the ...