When Lucien arrived at the Musicians’ Association, only two guards were standing in front of the five-storey building, since most of the believers following the God of Truth usually spent their Sunday morning in the church.
“Good morning, Mr. Evans.” The two guards smiled and greeted Lucien.
“Morning.” Lucien nodded, feeling a bit surprised. Since the concert finished late last night, it was quite surprising that the guards were already showing respect to him in this following Sunday morning. Lucien wondered if maybe it was Elena who told the guards, because she was the only one among all the concert audience who needed to work on Sunday.
Before Lucien entered the building, he heard they were whispering, “Three months ago, Mr. Evans was still carrying garbage for our association. He asked me to do him a favor looking after his trolley. Now look at him, a musician!”
“I know… The last time I saw him he was still a music student. Never expected he was such a genius!”
