S looked at the room, he looked at it and realised that everybody was waiting. There...

S looked at the room, he looked at it and realised that everybody was waiting. There were about fifty people in front of him. Yes. “Fifty people is quite a good average”, he thought. His eyes turned then towards the beautiful tree in the middle of the room. It was not like these disturbing plastic flowers, it was a tree, a beautiful, real tree. Great, mother Nature was even here to listen to him. To listen to his presentation. The cuckoo clock indicated 10.00 am. Good. S had still a little more time, he did not like that, starting on time, no, he liked surprising people, breaking rules, it was like a little revolution, yes the word was good, he enjoying the word revolution because it made him think of the sweet France. It was a delicious mixture of the words “rêve” and “évolution”. Ooooh yes, he really did like this word a lot. Oooh France … he was drooling a little just thinking about it, it was not really the country that he liked but more the language…”Aaah the french language, it sounds to my ears as awesome as a jazz music”. He had liked french as soon as he heard the first french words. And what to say about the Malade Imaginaire, he had loved this french litterature, a beautiful melody of words. It was actually the first time he did a presentation, he remembered that moment, the moment when he explained to the whole class the way that the Malade imaginaire of Moliere transcended him, he had loved it, being in front of the class and talking about his passion for the Malade imaginaire. Since this day, he discovered he could not enjoy living anymore without doing a presentation. That is why he was here today, in front of all these people, just to savor the sweet taste of doing a presentation. 10.08 am. He had still 2 minutes before starting. He looked again at the crowd. A man was looking at his watch and was getting a little bit excited because he had an appointment in the monastery in few hours. The tree was still in the room. Mother Nature protected him.

S begann some breakdancing steps. He was definitively in da place. The presentation could start…

As he opened his mouth the crowd stopped to talk, the crowd stopped to move, the crowd was listening. The melody of his voice escaped in the air.

There was a really good reason why all the operas of Trondheim were asking for S. His voice was known in the entire town. Because yes, it was his thing, singing every presentation he did. All the people around were listening, staring languidly at him. Slowly, pleasantly the song was bewitching the room. Some women in the room felt the comfortable warmth flowing in them. The contraction of pleasure was a signal. The signal that they were enjoying the song. The old man was not thinking about the monastery anymore, his thoughts were just about the marvelous symbiosis of sound waves he was listening to. Now S was singing the art of studying. He began a wonderful crescendo. Between the French language and the studies, his heart was dancing a beautiful swing. Aaah studying … As he just pronounced the word, the crowd started to shiver. The room was now trembling. The word had such an impressive power that S liked to use it in every single presentation he did. The results were always quite the same, an effusion of sensations, a boiling crowd in turmoil. S himself was still in a kind of trance.