Vingers stromen net als de regen. (discontinued)

Somewhere in Poland

Somebody was running in the rain. It was (your name) he/she looked around finding a place to hide from the rain. 'I can't take this rain anymore it's to much'. BUt then finally you've found a bench under a tree. There was a man sitting on the bench but that doens't matter. He looked at me. He started smiling. 'H-hi there' he said. His voice sounded soft his eyes where loving his hair was brownish and flowing. I started blushing: 'Hello there uhm...-' He said: Are you also hiding from the rain? I starded smiling: Yes haha, look at me.

He starded laughing. But, who are you, i want to know you more... i've told him your information about myself. 

Then he looked at me and said softly: My name is Fréderick François Chopin.

And then it hit me. Whait... whait what year is it?! Chopin said: It's 1831, why? I looked him right in the eyes. And whispered but, but this can't be true yesterday i was in the 21st century. Chopin looked at me: 'You- you are from the 2000s?.' I said yes and i starded crying. Look he said. Tommorow i am going to Paris in France... do you want to go with me? I starded thinking... Well i don't have my parents anymore and i don't have a home so- He gave me a tissue. Here, he said, for your tears.

Are you going with me to the inn? I shaked my head.

And the night went by...