What happens when you think that you know yourself well, but a friendly question proves you otherwise?

[ "If there was anything, even slightly, triggering his interest - he'd master it right away. It was the way he dealt with things: quick, efficient and thorough.
Bad days weren't really a part of his schedule and he trained himself to manage uneasiness with sleep. Mistakes at the vocal practice? Sleep it off. School giving him trouble? Good night. Disappointment, fear, insecurity? Bed, blanket and a pillow. So today, when he suddenly can't rest his whirling mind, he's, truth to be told, panicking like a little kid on their first day of kindergarten."]

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