He is so anxious and nervous as thoughts of all sorts attacked his mind. Will he be able to perform well? Will he be able to maintain his key while he sings? Furthermore… what if they found out his secret?
It all happened roughly a month ago. Leopold was in the kitchen, putting another round of dough into the oven. It was another busy day at work, he thought. Another usual day for a poor peasant like him, but he has gotten used to it by now. At least he’s grateful not to starve like some of the paupers he saw on street. If he is much better off, he would have given them some free food.
Still, he often quietly wished for a change, no matter how small it is. At least give him some fun in h